[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] Just outside the wagon.
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Keystone and company[/center]

  Satilla’s hands ached after the bandages were wrapped around the bruised skin. At least because of the rain, the bandages had soaked up and with the colder rain, it actually felt nice on her hurting hands. That said because of  the rain, she was already soaking wet. After putting on her leather gloves over the bandages she tried to wrap herself in the cloak, but the linen had already soaked up a lot of water, turning it into a cold keeping layer around her body. 

 She thew a look up at the skies from under the hood, her hair, already wet had lost it’s usual platina color and now looked quite a bit darker as it clung to her neck and face. She used her right hand to swipe some hair away from her eyes as she took off her hood, pulling the string from one of her empty pouches and used it to tie her hair in a tail so it at least doesn’t hinder her.After that she put her hood back on. She was already wet so a little bit of time under the rain directly didn’t matter much. 

 [color=bc8dbf]“No, I’m not anywhere near local.”[/color] She replied to Keystone, trying to ignore the cold.”[color=bc8dbf] Took me a few years to get to these parts.”[/color] She only added, throwing a look at Cyneburg and Gretchin who also told a briefly they weren’t from around these parts. The newest arrival seemed to be from an island. It made the witch wonder from where exactly.