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While the others unloaded everything, prepared their meal for the evening and tended to the horses, Katrina watched the horizon. It was true that people virtually never came through this place, but Katrina didn't travel by wagon or horse. Warlords were more likely to attack a caravan than a scout, based solely on the size of the contingent. A bigger target, and the presence of horses meant someone had means, and means usually meant someone had food. In a barren place such as Moonhorn Ridge, food was a commodity. You either had it, or you left before you starved. Everyone else seemed comfortable enough not to bitch about the vantage point she has "secured" for them. That much was good at least.

[color=red]"Everything on the continent not ruled hand over-iron fist's some shade of what you're seeing here. Strongholds keep their subjects fed off Hell's meat, the dead or pitiful scraps of meat they can scrape off an animal more trouble than its worth. You'll be lucky to find green grass behind the walls of any place these days, and those usually got magic from somewhere... And you're lucky not to be chained by the holy men if that's the case."[/color] Bluntly, Katrina described this brave new world that these holy headaches had stepped into. Katrina was born into, and hardened by the apocalypse. They didn't have a prayer... Actually, they had many, but few would stave off a demon. While Sage played with the grass, Katrina climb onto the top of the wagon, at its highest point, and sat there, watching all around her. Normally, Katrina didn't eat much anyway. With all these people around, she wanted to be on the lookout and ready to incinerate something at the smallest [i]suggestion[/i] of unwanted company. That would be an interesting way to reveal her magical tendencies to the group as a whole. But it would be necessary.

Katrina had met people before that were capable of magic. Self-proclaimed "masters" who didn't stand so much as a chance against blood-red fire. Those were often the wild cards, the most dangerous people were the ones you couldn't read or predict. For this reason, Katrina assumed she was always the least dangerous person where she went, that everyone could be a credible threat until she proved herself wrong. Even Osric could pose a threat to her, with his healing magic.

[color=red]"When night falls for good, make sure that fire goes low. Someone sneaks up on us, they'll have enough moonlight to see past the trees,"[/color] She advised, settling in atop the wagon and into lookout duty.