[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The caravan
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: [/color][/center][/b] Calanon

And then everything began to move once again, as if nothing had ever happened, which honestly, nothing really did. Even with another follower on board, most didn't want to share among strangers they had known for less than a day, which was understandable, if perhaos a bit frustrating. Travelling with this caravan was less a group unified for a single purpose, but a bunch of people who just so be moving in the same direction in the same place at the same time, relying on safety in numbers to help protect against any bandits/hostile orcs/undead hordes that might be gallivanting around. This situation really wasn't what Cyne had been hoping for when she smelled food last night, but it was fine too. She guessed. Not every adventure had to be pony rides in May sunshine.

Well fine other than the weather. That was a given.

Or that everyone here seemed like either an asshole or naive. But that tended to also be a given among any group of people. 

[color=17c311]"So, mind telling me about yourself?"[/color] Cyne asked the elf, Calanon if she heard right. Perhaps starting a bit of light conversation would help with the dour atmosphere.