[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] The Makeshift Camp
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Satilla[/center][/b]

Cyne was eating too much and too quickly to have really paid much attention to what was being said by anyone around the campfire beyond the subconscious level. And she was not eating in a ladylike or even particularly humanoid manner, she would lean down and grab hold of the meat with her teeth and then rip off hunks of cooked flesh like how a mammalian predator (such as a bear or wolf) would consume a large quarry. It wasn't until she had accumulated a decent amount of weight in her stomach that it clicked in her head not to eat like a wild animal. After regaining her sense of human reasoning, everything that had been said up to that point began to click in her head, the most poignant fact being that Satilla asked a question that seemed to be completely brushed off by the rest of the group.

[color=#17c311]"This is essentially all speculation Satilla, but if neither the humans or the orcs are the root cause of this supposed undead infestation we've been hearing about, then the only explanation is a third faction. I haven't a clue what might be motivating this third party, but they'd clearly need to be pretty magical in nature to have enough power to cause issues for such a large force like the orcs here. Maybe a hidden cult or something."[/color] Cyne shrugged, wiping meat juice from her chin.