[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The campsite
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]The Medieval X-Men[/center][/b]

Cyneburg stepped into the fire light of the camp and surveyed the faces she was greeted with. Individually she could see them being part of a party with Ash, LOb and Kyra, but altogether? It was an odd mix at the least. A burly man about Kyra's age, a human male a couple years younger than her and a lady elf. She acted young, but for all she knew, this Sona could be well over a century old. It was hard to tell with elves.

"Quite the merry band you have here." Cyneburg commented, reaching out for the plate with a sincere Thank You for the scarred cook. His glaring wasn't unwarranted, but it still wasn't pleasant. Judging by his physique and appearance he was probably some kind of warrior. Definitely not the kind of guy you'd want to get on the wrong side of.

"As far as I know, it's just me, but I've been traveling through the forest alone for awhile," she responded to Keystone's question. Then Sona came up and offered her hand. Cyneburg stared at it for a couple seconds before remembering that shaking hands was a thing people did. She took the hand and shook it firmly twice.

"Nice to meet you too, Alto." The druid stood around for a bit before finding and open spot on the ground to sit. It would be rude to start eating before everyone was served, so for now she would wait for the group to be served and become somewhat accustomed to her presence.