[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The forest by the Road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]Lob, Ash and Kyra[/center][/b]

Cyneburg had been expecting some form of ambush, but not a giant man falling down directly behind her and the labeling her as a bear. Which was something that had been true before an hour ago, but it was still a rather jarring thing to be called. How he knew she had been a bear was what bothered her a bit more than the fact that he knew in the first place. Perhaps he had been observing the bear, wanting to turn her into a stew before she transformed and she didn't notice. Cyneburg would have to remember to be a bit more careful about that in the future.

She turned around to get a better look at the man behind her. A half-orc? Cyneburg quirked an eyebrow. She didn't see many of her kind very often, but from the way he held his body language, he was more like a beast than a person. He was dirty and clad (barely) in the kinds of garb she expected from either wandering nomads or secluded hermits would. A barbarian? She turned around when she heard Kyra step out into the open.

"I'm Cyneburg (roughly pronounced KUU-neh-boorg as far as I could figure out). I have to say, your puppy is beautiful. He's a gray dire wolf, right? It's pretty lucky to have one that'll trust you. As for why I'm here, I'm a wanderer. I wandered here. It doesn't really concern me what squabbles are going on in the area. It's not really my place to be concerned about that. However, it has been a couple moons since I've been able to share a cooked meal with people, and I was serious about my offer." The druid gave an award winning smile that Kyra wouldn't be able to see behind the veil in the fading light. Cyneburg didn't fail to notice that Kyra was carrying a knocked bow, and if it came to it that the archer was one of those paranoid types, she would have to be able to react pretty quickly.