[center][color=f26522][h3][Maria Vicariis][/h3][/color][/center]

[color=7bcdc8]"I am Albin de Fabrica. Not a literal son of a forge, mind you. Though, it also means craftsmanship, and I most likely come from a line of craftsmen, however, that doesn't matter and I digress,"[/color] he said, [color=7bcdc8]"I have no such idea what house Vicariis is, but that might come more from my focus on metalworking and not people."[/color]

This fool [i]didn't[/i] know who house Vicariis was? He must have been living under a literal rock to not know such a thing. Well, no matter. She doubted that title would hold much weight to the people out here anyways, not at the moment. She'd just have to make them respect her. Either through hard work and charisma, or [i]fear[/i]. Not that it mattered at the moment. She'd have these silly boys at her command in no time. Men were so simple minded, after all.

She watched Albin do something...well, fairly reckless. She couldn't help but to laugh at it, however, even if he had nearly taken off the head of one of their companions.

[color=f26522]"My! Certainly confident aren't you."[/color] She raucously laughed, moving a bit closer to Albin. [color=f26522]"Confidence is good...I like confidence."[/color] She offered a smile as she approached. [color=f26522]"But save heroics and confidence for when we need them...what would you do if we suddenly found ourselves attacked by a beast, hmm? I suppose it'd be humorous to see you try and beat the thing with your bear hands, but I'd prefer you not die."[/color] With that, she walked past him, placing a firm hand on his shoulder as she did so.

[color=f26522]"At any rate, we should probably stop fooling around-"[/color] Her ears caught the sound of another speaking some distance away. Normally she wouldn't care all that much...if it wasn't for the last part of the woman's sentence. She stopped speaking only for a moment, eyes narrowing at the slave girl, lips curling into a slight frown. What was that...thing doing here? A 'Former Slave'...please. There was no such thing. She realized though, she was staring rather...harshly at the slave though and quickly corrected herself as she turned her attentions back to Albin, also realizing she still hand her hand on his shoulder.

Whoops~

[color=f26522]"- Stop fooling around and make progress, hmm? Though, I wouldn't mind...fooling around a bit more when we make camp."[/color] She left the meaning of that sentence up to his imagination and left him standing there. She'd retrieve her arrow later. For now, she simply wished to observe the group again for now.