[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]

Well Cyneburg didn't really have plans on joining the group. She just figured that in the morning she would leave the group be and go on her merry way. Maybe visit the human and orc settlements. See what's going on. Make sure they aren't trying to overexert their perceived control of Nature. Stuff like that. But since they extended the invitation, why not? They're going to the Orc settlement anyways. She can get Druid business done while they sort out the people issues. And no offense, but it would probably do them better to have someone who can speak Orcish here. Full-blooded Humans tended to avoid picking up the language, and while Lob probably did know it, he was the last person she'd want dealing with a precarious diplomatic situation like this is supposed to be.

The cook didn't seem to like her much. But he didn't seem like the type that enjoyed surprises. Surprises like more people showing up, judging by the elf's reaction to the flute playing. It made some vague attempt at trying to sound like bird calls, but each bird had distinct chirps and cries. To successfully copy one, you'd have to pick a specific kind and learn its song. Furthermore, it was Autumn and evening, any birds that sing would be flying up North or going to sleep about now. Whoever was playing the flute probably didn't spend a lot of time in the forest. Still, she prepared herself to shape change if this turned out to be cover for some kind of ambush. The cooked food was placed gently on the ground where it hopefully wouldn't get ruined before she could have a chance to eat it.