Sana glanced over towards Vivian and sighed deeply when she mentioned Ellis. “I hope so Vivian, I hope so,” she said and then remembered that Ellis had not grabbed his things. Excusing herself from Hugh and Vivian she walked over to the wall and began to gather up his belongings, picking up the note and shaking her head slightly as she looked at it before making her way back towards the wagon to load up the small ones items. Hearing Bjoric she nodded and handed him the letter so that he could see for himself. “He left last night,” she said before explaining everything that she had seen before she went to sleep. “Looks like we have a destination to make,” she said before walking off and climbing into the wagon, sitting along the back edge of it so she could keep an eye out for anything that would come up behind them in their travels. 

	Hearing Ellyn speak about her harp caused her to think of someone she hadn’t in a very long time. Her youngest sister Ramara; a musician herself that was quite talented with bow and fingers that were used on strings that created bewitching sounds. She thought back to nights when Ramara would weave luscious notes from her Vielle as Sana would dance and sing around the camp fire. They were very close growing up and it broke her heart to leave her behind but Ramara was not old enough to face the world alone and had not trained with weapons at that point. She knew she couldn’t defend her if she was to let her come along, even though she begged for Sana to take her with her. Sana had to walk away that day and leave her behind; the only consolation was that the troops fortune teller had not assigned Ramara the same dreaded life that was given to Sana. 

	“I miss you Ramara,” Sana let slip as she sat there on the back of the wagon. Taking a deep breath she pushed a few strands of hair from her face and slouched somewhat as she pulled her bow from its place along her back; laying it in her lap and holding it securely. It was the last thing she had that tied her to her family other than the clothing she wore and between the two she would give up the clothing before she ever gave up the bow. It had been a gift from her little sister, having bribed some Elves during their travels with music and wine to make it especially for Sana. Ramara had the elves give it to her but Sana had known what her sister was up to. She never said anything about her knowledge but she treasured it nonetheless. 

	Hearing Artos mention being able to identify the jewelry snapped Sana out of her walk down memory lane and her head rose as she pulled back her cloak to reveal the snake like cuff that was now resting around her bicep. "Would you mind Artos?" she asked as she looked over to him.