[center][h3][colour=#009999][b]Q[/b]uinn...Just Quinn[/colour][/h3][/center]

[color=#009998]Armistice ♦ Eastern Gate ♦ 500 HP[/color]
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They were gathering. Quinn stood off to one side, hoping to be away from their immediate attention. The diminutive woman was, to be entirely honest, completely overwhelmed. She knew that by responding to the call she'd be meeting with people greater than her, folks with more importance, more training than some gutter-rat, barely-standing-on-her-own-two-feet-probably-would've-been-better-off-a-bar-wench woman. She knew there'd be some mighty shoes walking alongside her and she had thought she was ready for that. She had been wrong. So very, very wrong. Her steely eyes were wide and her teeth worried incessantly at her lower lip. She could taste the coppery heat of a bead of blood being coaxed from them.

Squatting, Quinn set her elbows on her knees and her brows in her fingers, taking deep breaths. There was a giant. And he was feeding his horse meat. And everyone had such lovely armour and the women were all taller and more elegant, and... She shoved a hand through her hair, belatedly realizing it had been tied back and she had now made a tangle of things. Hastily, she unbound the curls and retied them into a loose and messy bun. Squaring her shoulders, she rose and, clacking her spear butt against the ground, began to walk toward the group. A broad grin, impish and crooked, took her lips and she offered a wink to any that met her gaze. 

[color=#cc9900]"Funny looking dog you got there."[/color] Quinn gave the giant's insignia the side-eye. Who did he think he was, playing at being a storytime boogeyman?

She paused at the man serving tea and took up a small cup. [color=#cc9900]"Kind of you."[/color] The swarthy woman lifted the cup as a mild salute before sipping the contents.

She took a step to the side, with the group, but not really in anyone's space. Sipping her tea, her eyes passed over one and then another and then another of those gathered. She began to chew at her lip again as she waited. Her fingers plucked at her armour and she rocked back on her heels. Idly, she wondered what her family were up to and how much they'd yell at her if they knew where she was right now. [i]No dessert for me.[/i]