Keep your sword handy, Gaela had said. Fiona sincerely hoped she wouldn't need it with this group.

She already disliked some of them, and downright detested others. Only a scant few had made decent first impressions on her. But worst, those that seemed most opposed to her beliefs, and each other, were likely out of her league as far as combating them went. The orc touted his own prowess, but Fiona didn't doubt he could back it up. He struck her as almost senselessly violent, but she supposed that fit well into his brand of warrior-culture. The Altmer she was predisposed to dislike, and he really wasn't doing any favors for himself with the long-winded justification of kill. Hell, she could identify with the bandits more easily. They just wanted coin and loot.

But both of them would likely dispose of her if she opposed them. They both had vastly more experience, and while Maulakanth seemed to prefer the armor his pectoral muscles provided, Cyrendil was better equipped, too. With all the obvious moral failings of most of the others, every fiber of Fiona's being cried out to separate herself from the lot, but what Gaela had said rang true: she couldn't live out her life as a fugitive, nor clear her name on her own. So for once, Fiona heavily restricted the words that she allowed to escape her.

[color=salmon]"My name's Fiona, if anyone didn't catch it."[/color] She followed along with the others, keeping near the rear of the group. She had no intention of trying to lead any of these people anywhere, nor did she expect they would want to follow. For her part of the discussion, she happened to agree most with the merchant-looking man, she didn't believe he'd ever said his name. There were no bandits or raiders guarding the charge they needed to free, but city and castle guards, people just doing their jobs in all likelihood. The orc's blood lust was perhaps the worst justification she could think of for killing them.

Aggressive fighter though she was, Fiona tried to restrict her offensive to those that threatened towns and villages, not protected them. But this was not the time nor place to say such things. They would need to find somewhere to rest and camp for the night.

Sleep seemed unlikely, as Fiona wasn't sure she wanted to turn her back around these companions, let alone fall asleep.