[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] On the road, nearing the caravan
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Whoever approaches her first ((the caravan group))[/center]
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The morning sun had been hidden by the thick unforgiving clouds, looking to smother the earth in its overcast. The weather was unrelenting, and had only gotten worse as she continued on, the rain slamming into her as if to beat her down into the ground. Lerraina trudged her way up on the muddy road. Her cloak was clenched tightly around her, the bottom caked with the dark substance as it dragged behind. Normally, she wouldn’t have complained, but this was getting ridiculous. Grumbles and grunts accompanied by slew of colorful words fell from her lips. 

Her dark blue cloak was colored a few shades darker, her hood hung low, drops of water dripping from the tip, only adding to the saturation that sat atop her bosom. The veil she would normally have attached, hung to the side, out of fear of suffocation. She held her bow out, ever at the ready. It was more out of habit than caution. But you never knew what could jump out at you.

She’d only stopped at the town for a few days, but there was more than enough to tell her it wasn’t worth the trouble to stick around. But despite that, all she could think of was the nice warm bath she left, the dry bed linens, and fluffed up pillow. She loosed a muffled breath through the layers of cloth that had clung to her. [color=B22222]”I could kick myself for leaving when I did… fucking barkeep, why did I ever trust em’.”[/color] 

Allowing the trees to give her cover, she kept to the side of the road. Perhaps not just from the rain, but any opposition she might find upon the road. She hadn’t been up this way yet, but she heard stories. She might have been in a foreign land, but she was no stranger to orcs or the damage they could do. 

It felt like hours that she had been on the road, staring at the same heap of brown muck that trailed for miles ahead. The only thing to bring her a shred of joy on the agonizingly wet journey was the silence, save for the pitter patter of the rain on her cloak and the sound of her boots sloshing through the dirt road, crushing pebbles and twigs beneath her feet. 

But the silence and serene view of an empty road wouldn’t last for long. Lerraina slowed her steps, creeping off the road and in between the trees that lined the beaten path. She ascended on the caravan, and several others that seemed to be guarding it. Any paying attention to their surroundings would have seen a silhouette among the tree line, approaching with caution. She shouldered her bow, hoping not to stir any suspicions. Her head still ached from the three rounds of drinks the night before, the last thing she wanted was confrontation. 

[i]Quickly … say something before they draw their weapons on you … [/i][color=B22222]”Need an extra hand there?”[/color] her voice carried over through the rain.