Saida glanced about the room of planning and quickly observed each of her new companions. The fragrance in the room was an overwhelming mix of the different people standing about along with the scent of fresh flowers that decorated the hall and the crackling wood burning wafting over from the large fire.

The man who seemed to be in his early to mid-thirties by the looks of him seemed to be the most forthcoming with the situation at hand. She noted his shield and sword attached to his back. Next to him was a dwarf who although seemed inebriated, still looked as though he could handle himself. There were a few other men as well, A younger man, perhaps in his twenties who didn't seem as though he was well equipped as he was dressed in plain clothes but perhaps this was to deter conflict of some kind. Near him was an older gentleman in his perhaps sixties who seemed well build and unafraid of action and conflict. His eyes were of a man who had seen much, suffered much and accomplished much. Standing amongst the group was one of the lizardfolk. This creature seemed wise and honest, the type of person Saida would want to learn more about. Finally her eyes met those of the Fey Elf who also looked at her for a moment. She nodded firmly in his direction before noticing his human clothing. 

This group was her fellowship, she would care for them all and do her part as a member though she couldn't help the wandering curiosities that flooded her mind of the stories and histories of each one of these characters. Each one intrigued her in their own way and each one she could learn something from.

As the group sifted their way across the marble floor down the steps of the building where their horses awaited them, Saida took one last glimpse of architecture that surrounded her, soaking in every detail of hand carved work before approaching a chestnut brown horse with black hair hanging over the side of it's elegant neck. Saida pressed her nose and forehead to the long face of the horse and kissed it gently on the nose with a whisper of, [color=#96cf7d]"May we be long standing friends on this journey."[/color] in her native elven tongue. She quickly mounted her horse, stroking the tips of her fingers against the spine of it's neck to comfort it and welcome it warmly into her care. The horse was calm and gentle as it began following the group towards the mansion that was their destination.

Once the horses passed the entrance to the city they began to pick up speed. Racing the countryside towards the hope that they could defeat the enemy at hand before any new and terrible happened.

The wind blew through Saida's long hair, whipping it behind her like long ribbons attached to a stick a child was twirling around in a game. The long tassels of fabric that extended down from her clothing also flurried behind her letting the wind hug her open skin and refreshing adrenaline. The smile that graced her face at the wind, the earth and her new glorious creature encompassing her in a welcoming aura expressed the openness she felt towards those elements that shared in the nourishment of life she so long loved and cherished.

Over the two days journey she watched and listened to her companions stories and adventures, learning their characters and watching their reactions to the stories of others. She watched the way they rode, the confidence in their strides and the mannerism in their speech. Each night they lay in the wilderness, lighting a camp and brewing stews, Saida found herself a spot near enough to the fire to feel it's warmth and meditated her magic. Letting thoughts, spells and motions of restoration, illusion and mysticism fill her up, each one emitting a glowing gold light from the palms of her hands that faced up. Once deep in her meditation, words spoken outwardly where closed off as her mind became enveloped with the words of a foreign tongue, permeating a warmth through her hands and, if concentrating enough, lifting her hair around her shoulders, levitating it there for a moment until her focus waned and the strands of hair fall again to her sides.

The journey neared it's close as they approached the manor, she felt the exhaustion of her horse beginning to way down on it and once again lovingly patted it's strong neck and back with her silky fingers and palms, whispering words of health so it would surge through the aching muscles of the majestic beast. As they dismounted, she gathered with the group and observed from a distance the location of which the bandits usually lay before turning her head to the voice of the man in his thirties whom Saida learned was named, Nicholas. 

Though she heard his statement, she did not respond to it, instead listening to the responses of the others in the group. In her eyes, her skills seemed obvious and not worth mentioning.