[center][h3][color=orangered]Annara[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=orangered]"With us, too"[/color], Annara answered the woman. She and Aust hadn't really had time to move since she had gotten back on her horse; mere seconds had passed since her flirtatious response and she was grateful to Juna for telling them that this part of their work was almost over, the village abandoned, its people gone. 
[color=orangered]"Let's go and deal with it. I hate how the villages feel when we're done with them."[/color]

Nothing made her happier than the thought of leaving this godforsaken place behind, the only true caveat being that the day had only just begun, hours upon hours on horseback awaiting her rather than a quick and hard descent into intoxication and sleep. Had she known what kind of new acquaintance Lothren had stumbled upon, she might have reconsidered Aust's offer of returning to camp, but her blissful ignorance was the elves' ally at that moment and, with a click of her tongue, Annara had her stallion moving back the way Juna had come.

Upon reaching a house that stood out from the rest of them by being made almost entirely of sandstone, she and her companions heard a loud and angry male voice cursing from within - even if the words had matched Lothren's vocabulary of choice, the tone did not; nor did it sound like any of the other people from their warband, with the possible exception of the dwarf when he was very drunk and very agitated.
Though Lothren was nowhere to be seen and it wasn't clear what was transpiring, it was clear as day to Annara that the 'loose end' had to be the source of these profanities, a kindred soul to the Eretol woman who was quite adept at cussing herself.

She considered shouting out to Lothren but that seemed like a bad idea. The elf had to have heard the man's shouting but perhaps the man didn't know that Lothren was somewhere around here - if he still was - or that the three of them were listening to every loud word he said.
Maybe it was her experience a few minutes past, a sense of guilt that called for an act of potentially punishing consequences, but Annara found herself dismounting her steed once more and walking to the house's entrance to either find and help Lothren or, more likely, find herself face-to-face with whoever might very well be the last non-Ytharien in this place.