[h3][color=662d91][center]Juna[/center][/color][/h3]
	Juna, like many of the rest of the traveling mummers, had sat down to enjoy herself. She held her goblet up to her mouth, gulping down a mouthful of mead, and then made an audible sound that showed her enjoyment of it, and how refreshing it seemed to her. The place seemed to be in a good at the moment, and Juna was feeling the same, and reveled in it. Between her and Annara’s performances and the play, they had put on a good show today, and now that their work was over for the day the revelries could begin.

Times like these, for what they were worth, were quite enjoyable. You would take a seat, and have a nice drink with some of your fellows, while an entertaining yet absolutely unremarkable conversation would go on.

For now, though, that could wait. Alan had made a comment on how Annara ought to have less frown, more crown, to borrow a certain unnecessary phrase. Annara gave an acerbic reply, which was fitting for her. Juna had her usual mischievous smile the whole time, and she took another sip from her goblet. She didn’t butt into their conversation, and let the kids have their fun. Juna instead allowed herself to be surrounded by men, who she might just lead on enough to keep them interested, and to keep them fun, but probably not more.

Of course, the mood couldn’t stay flowery forever. At their heart they weren’t just traveling entertainers, but a warband. Every one of them knew it, and no matter how much they fretted about the paticulars, they knew it to be true, and they’d accepted it. If they hadn’t, they’d have left already. Still, Juna didn’t want to see those two, Annara and Alan, with blood on their hands. Herself as a murderer was enough already.
In the background was Lothren being gloomy again. Juna eventually headed on out there, over to him. Her arrogance wasn’t so great that she thought she would be able to make him smile and join closer with the others. However, what she did know was that she had known him for a long time, and he wouldn’t be rid of her so easily. 

“Being broody again?” Juna said as she knelt down beside him. She had a feeling that, even to her, he would be less than welcoming.