[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]Cyneburg, Satilla, Cremwise, Keystone, Calanon, Brogach[/center]
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Two more days north wasn’t exactly what she wanted to hear, but at the very least if there was somewhere dry to stop, she never minded the travel. The cold kicked in as the day crept on, which wasn’t something she particularly cared for. [color=B22222][i]Perhaps next time, I’ll invest in a better cloak, maybe a nice leather duster ... hmm, maybe ...[/i][/color], the thought came with an exasperated breath before she turned to greet Keystone’s next sentence with a smile. [color=B22222]”Perhaps I will then, seems like we could get along just fine” [/color] 

She hadn’t commented on the query of her origins, but they were certainly a curious bunch. She continued to march alongside them in silence. A young girl returned to the confines of the wagon, others had continued conversation amongst themselves. She thought for a moment how she could fit in with them, imagined endless travels, laughing by a campfire, sharing meals with others for once instead of holed up in the corner of a tavern. Strangely, as much as it may be something she could like and get used it, the thought itself had butterflies erupting in her stomach. Lifting her flask once more from her belt, she took a swig, drowning the flitter flutter and flip flops in her gut. 

She wasn’t the only archer within the ragtag group, their Guard Captain was mentioned to be an ‘archer type’, and words may have passed through her thoughts of Calanon being a part of some ranger corps. If she had any inclination to stay with them, she would have to find another way to prove her worth. 

She loosed a soft breath beneath her hood. Though, this one wasn’t caused by her own thoughts, but by words heard. Keystone spoke up again, but this time he seemed to address the group as a whole … another question about origins and whereabouts. She probably could’ve gone the whole 2 days in silence if such a thing was agreeable upon everyone else. But they all seemed to be a bunch of nosy do-gooders, who couldn’t come up with anything else to prattle on about. Small talk was over rated … to Lerraina at least, but she realized it served as a comfort to most others; especially those stuck guarding a wagon, on an orc-infested road, in miserable weather. 

[color=B22222]”Can’t say the Isles are near here at all, if they are, then perhaps I made port at the wrong dock”[/color] she chortled quietly.