[b][center]Ramara[/center][/b]


	Ramara pulled the hood of her cloak back as her legs dangled over each side of the branch she sat on high above the rest of the group. Looking down at those below her and perking a brow as she watched Regalia slowly gather her things before mounting her horse and riding off into the night. Why had she left Ramara wondered to herself but in the end it mattered not. She had been commissioned to go on this journey so there was no true reason for her to be there. 

	Looking back at the camp Ramara noticed that the younger corsair was gone as well. The only ones that seemed to remain was the odd orc, the jester, the paladin and the drunk who called himself Wade. Oddly enough out of all of them Wade seemed to be the least offensive in the group to her for what ever reason. Perhaps it was because he didn't seem to be hiding what he was under pretentiousness and hypocrisy. 

	Shrugging to herself she decided it was time for her to leave as well. This group wasn't going anywhere and she had more important tasks to attend to. Her sister was out there somewhere and she needed to locate her. It didn't matter that she had already been searching for nearly ten years, she knew she was out there somewhere. That had and would always be her priority, to find her and find out what she had been up to all these years.

	Pulling her hood back up she swung a leg over the branch and slid off of it, landing softly and soundless on the ground below. Looking around for a moment she gave a nod in a silent farewell before walking over to her horse and securing her possessions to it. She wanted to be long gone by the time morning came and the rest woke to continue on their quest. That was their job, not hers. Walking over to the drunk she placed a hand lightly on his shoulder and shook him slightly.

	"Want to get out of here?" she whispered as to not to disturb the others. She didn't wait for an answer but instead motioned over towards the path that lead deeper into the woods and to another town that lay to the north beyond the mountain pass. She figured it was as good a direction to head as any. Rising from her place she did not wait to see if he would follow but instead took the reins of her horse and began to led the beast of burden towards the path. If Wade followed she would keep moving at a slower pace but if he did not, by the time she reached the path she would mount up and move as swiftly as possible to the next town.