[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] Sitting with the others by the campfire
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] ...No one 
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Lerraina was thankful for the meal, and determined to get through it uninterrupted. So when Thomas shot off his mouth, the most she had answered it with was a wandering eye and a raise of a brow. She was in no hurry to move, as there were no insults thrown at her, however he was quickly proving himself to be little more than a nuisance that was eating away at her patience. The woman was becoming cranky, she hadn't eaten a proper meal in nearly two days, and their venture to the nearest village had become sidetracked by a camp of orcs and a quest against the undead. And if she wasn't so hungry, her fist would've shoved his words back down his throat quicker than he could spit. 

As Keystone moved closer to the boy who dared to speak up as a man that he clearly was not, Lerraina's eyes only widened. Curious to see how this would unfold, she remained in her spot, a subtle movement cradled a small blade to reach should it be needed. But bloodshed and a full on brawl would not be wise in such a place. She was sure Keystone would have this under control. The throwing knife served as a mere security blanket for her as she shoveled food into her mouth, should chaos spill towards her feet. 

It may have been a comical sight. Her gaze never moved from the men, and so the direction of her food didn't always reach its target. While it managed to get there eventually, debris coated her bottom lip, which curled slightly in amusement as she took in the details of the confrontation.