[h3][b][i][color=b3c0ef][center]Persephone[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=b3c0ef]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=b3c0ef]Interacting With:[/color][/b] People[/center]

Seph figured it was a good thing her conversation with Sundos ended when it did, when they came across Kyra and the campsite she'd picked out for them. Seph was not fond of casting an entire race of people in the way Sundos had, effectively labeling them as lesser. She knew them to be violent, warlike, eager for conflict even, but whatever had caused this particular war remained unclear. Attacks on this scale did not occur without reason. And truth was something Seph had learned was different for everyone, with how strongly it was altered by perspective. She would protect the innocent, of course, but she would not think the orcs evil or deserving of death until she knew more. Blind condemnation was not the way of a young woman who claimed to walk with her eyes open.

[color=b3c0ef]"Absolutely,"[/color] Seph said towards Keystone, grinning as she secured Boro's lead to a tree. He'd found something on the ground to munch on, and she patted his neck, thankful for the cooperation he'd provided for the day. [color=b3c0ef]"I'm not picky. Any warm meal would be welcome before night falls."[/color] 

She watched the half-orc interact with the lovely elven bard with thinly-veiled amusement. It was always fun to observe complete opposites getting along well. Though Sona seemed to get along well with everyone, from what she had seen.