[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] On the road, nearing the caravan
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color]Cyneburg, Satilla, Cremwise, Keystone, Calanon, Brogach[/center]
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What a lively bunch they were indeed. Several had introduced themselves, and even the druid had shot some attention her way. 

[color=B22222]"As a matter of fact, I am! In fact, I say much less to most. Thank you very much for noticing!"[/color] her tone and facial expression matched that of the woman who addressed her. [color=B22222]"You can suppose all you'd like, but you know what they say ... assumptions will make an ass out of you. But I do appreciate your concern for my well being"[/color], she smirked, remarking with no other words to the druid. There was really no need to. She was not here to make any more enemies than she already had, especially being the outsider here. Not to mention, she wasn't about to feed the stupidity of a close minded brat. 

She dipped her head to the others as they continued to introduce themselves. [color=B22222]"I'm not sure if I'm the one who pissed him off, but you're welcome."[/color] she chortled. [color=B22222]"If we are not the only new faces here, there is something to be said about safety in numbers."[/color] she dipped her head politely to them all, her feet sloshing through the mud as she trudged along. [color=B22222]”It is a pleasure to meet you, and I thank you for allowing me to come along. I offer my skill as a bowman, and promise to be of no trouble”[/color]

[color=B22222][i] yes ... make nice, no need to extend that list of enemies, and wind up dead over something stupid.[/i][/color] the thoughts ran tirelessly through her mind. But she kept quiet, no visible signs of anger, no twitch of a dubious plan in the works. By this time, she had very little knowledge of the woman she truly was deep inside. Many years of hiding in the shadows and under the faces of others clouded that picture, and the liquor she so often consumed, muddled any lines or colors to be distinguished within the mess. In fact, there wasn't much that could be told just by looking at her, and the longer she kept quiet, the easier it was to slip into the enigma, the less anyone could tell about her for certain. 

She kept up the rear, her eyes crawling over every corner and crevice that surrounded them. It was the least that she could do. She just needed to get to the next tavern … her flask was near to empty, and her bones ached with every step. Glancing up at the sky, there wasn’t much change in the weather, and couldn’t shake away the chill that ran through her as the rain began pounding through her clothes. If she had it in her to moan and pout, she would’ve as thoughts of a nice warm meal and a dry bed kept feeding the impulse. She wrinkled her nose as the rain tickled it and lowered her head to its previous position. [color=B22222]”Do we know about how much further to go?”[/color]