The traveler's life was truly off the beaten path. What became her greatest fear became the most loyal of all comrades. Yet she found herself beneath the shelter of a rattling caravan-- (6) flute piercing the silent crowd. [i]"Don't you want to play among these people... Love?"[/i] Her gaze fixated upon the plainly crafted [url=https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/76/Fife-wooden,_civil_war_era.jpeg]Flute[/url]. Her thoughts traveled to its past... Walking among the fertile grove of her village with another girl lulling a memorable hum; hands held interconnected with one another.

The caravan's halt, followed by what could be heard as a dragon's cry awakened the hunter from her trance.

The circled caravans signified a break in their travels followed by the instructions of the Carriage Master Addio and his compatriot the Cook. He stood in the center of the circle. "Travellers!" He drew the attention of the people. "While the situation up there is significantly worse than expected, we cannot get any closer than this. If anyone wants to risk it and help the people, do that! I'll also need some help guarding the caravan in case they become interested in us... But I'll manage with the people I have on payroll. Any freelancers and such, go help the poor folk!"

It was a call for help. What could be the reward for undertaking such a suicidal task? She pondered, a hand gripping the handle of her longbow strung across her back. She'd definitely offer her services if it wasn't because of the lack of volunteers to help her save the villagers-- it'd surely be a thrilling experience to attempt and bring down a dragon along but it was far too dangerous. "Waaaaargh! Fight dragons!" The crazed cry of the half-orc was heard. It certainly increased their odds of success; though not by much. She hung herself still from the crowd.

"I might not be part of your group, but I am willing to help you and them." Another able-bodied man donning traveler's clothes and a mighty greatsword followed after the half-orc offering his services of brawn and muscle. The odds were much higher now that there were more people she could be with. Her feet found itself to arriving by the human's shoulder, flute in her hand.

"Consider my bow hired for this task. I am known as Trear, a Hunter of Solonor Thelandira." She sets her flute to pouch specifically designed to hold it in place on her side. "Hunting dragons isn't my forte, but soon will be."