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"Yeah, take what Jerrod said and it's the same over here." piped up a voice from aside the fire, from another sellsword who sat casually on the ground, taking her knife to her bow. She had always preferred being self-sufficient on the march and the hunting had worn out her string. "Although, I'll admit, I'd really hoped for a little more than just sitting around doing my fair share of total zero, I'm still getting paid, so that's always nice." she mumbled off, eyes not leaving her bow whilst she focused on its restringing, retrieving a fresh and ready-cut length from her satchel.

"Anyway, I'm Elena. In another life I might've been a soldier of Grado, but that life's not this life, so someone's paying me to be here. Sounded like we were doing something important too, so I'm kinda waiting to go out and make some history." she rambled on, nose twitching as she caught the scent of tea. "Hrm. May I ask, Djeld, was it? What kind of tea you are making there? I don't quite recognise the smell of the herb."