[hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=a187be][center]Kyra Altham[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] The Medieval X-Men And A Talking Bear? (Lob, wtf!)
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	Perking a brow at the words Kyra had to wonder if this person was on the up and up and everything was calm or if they were just a distraction for something else. Ash seemed rather calm, so that put Kyra's nerves a little bit at ease but one never knew, especially in such a territory. People could be trained to keep their scents covered and make everything appear to be as calm as a cool breeze. She was one of them and she had known others that were far better at it than she was. 

	As Lob dropped down she had to chuckle to herself. Oh well, if all hell hadn't broken loose from the half-orc just saying hi it should be okay. Lowering her bow she stepped forward so that she could be easily seen and gave a bit of a nod towards the new comer. 

	[color=a187be]"Yes, that's Lob, I'm Kyra and this is Ash,"[/color] Kyra said in an even tone as Ash came padding up beside her. Though her bow was lowered, she kept the arrow knocked into place. She would give the benefit of the doubt but she wasn't about to just drop her guard completely. Granted, even when at home she never did. That was when things tended to take a turn for the worse. 

	[color=a187be]"And your name would be? Or better yet, what brings you to this hostile territory?"[/color] the Ranger asked point blank, she wasn't exactly one known for beating around the bush when it came to these matters. Even though she was being rather frank with her questions, her tone was calm and not hostile in any form or fashion. If this person was indeed alright and not about to be the beginning of an onslaught on them, best not to turn it into such a situation.