[b][center]Ramara[/center][/b]
	
Ramara perked a brow as Ishmael said they were to make camp for the night and shrugged as she followed him off the road and into the forest somewhat until he had chosen a camp site. Dismounting her horse she tied him to a tree and looked around. “Yeah, no thanks,” she said as she looked at the tents and climbed up high into a tree, making herself comfortable as she sat down, straddling a branch as she did and leaning back against the trunk of the tree. 

Over the years she had found she rested better if she was off the ground and separated from the group a bit. Sighing to herself she pulled some food from her side pack and ate quietly as she watched the rest below her, taking a small sip of water from her skin every so often. They were an interesting bunch but she wondered if with so few they could really take care of things. The squire seemed all but helpless and the young corsair tended to run into situations without thinking. Oh well, she thought to herself, they are Ishmaels and Regalias problems, not mine. 

[b][center]Regalia[/center][/b]

Regalia followed the group, chuckling somewhat at what Inyata had said towards the Orc, cheering him on. The girl had spirit; she had to give her that. Once Inyata was back safely in the saddle she pressed on, following Ishmael to the chosen camp site and waited for Inyata to dismount before she did. She pushed her hair out of her face as she looked around. She had a tent but left it be for now since Ishmael had seemed to go ahead and take care of one for her and the rest of the group. “Thank you,” she said kindly towards Ishmael and had a seat by the fire.

This was just the first of many long days ahead of them. Pulling out her sword she rested it in her lap as she pulled out a polishing cloth. It didn’t seem to need any tending to but she did so nonetheless, the sword had been passed to her from her father and it was the one thing she had left of him these days.  Sighing slightly as she worked she would look up from the blade every so often to take a look at the group before going back to work. Laughing somewhat at Cecerias reaction to the Orcs jerky and making a mental note that perhaps she should stay away from anything that he cooked up.