[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The campsite
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color]The Food, the Bad, the Ugly[/center][/b]

And suddenly half the camp ran off in search of music, those who ran in search of music, or some other people that were supposedly here. LOb pounced to protect the food. Definitely one of the odder groups, Cyneburg had been in. Well since nobody was looking at her right now, Cyneburg too the opportunity to pop a sausage in her mouth, very briefly removing her veil. Lob was a half-orc here, yes, but he was big, and more like a beast than a person. She still wasn't too sure how accepting they would be of her heritage, so for now she'd play it safe. Over the years she had mastered the skill of stealth eating, but it was kind of a hassle and was very time consuming.

The druid looked over the newcomer: a white-haired human woman in her mid-twenties. She wore light grey and white in the forest, either a sign of somebody who didn't spend much time in the wilds, or somebody who had the money to afford being able to replace ruined white clothes rather often. 

Or magic. Because of course she would be a magician. And not only a mage, but a witch. Wizards, as dense as they were, in a way were in tune with the world, learning the rules of magic (even if unnecessarily) to understand the nature of the world. Sorcerors and the naturally gifted were just using their inborn talents. But witches were a special kind of annoying. They used hexes without really understanding nature. Sure that toadstool might be a vital component with that polymorph potion, but you don't even understand its purpose beyond its use as a tool. For now, she would hold her tongue on that specific topic.

"I'm Cyneburg," she said, trace hints of venom still in her voice, "The big one guarding the food is Lob. I'm not really part of this group, I myself just stumbled upon them not too long ago."