[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] On the road with the wagon
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color]Cyneburg, Keystone, Calanon, heading towards [@Charnobylisk][/center]
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There was something so irritating about the druid, and Lerraina found herself grinding her teeth, a habit that she herself detested. It wasn't because of the woman's status as a druid, on the contrary, that bit had her intrigued. It was an honorable position to have. But it was more how she started out her story, implying that she was so important and special that others would spend their thoughts on what she was. The half orc was certainly the sharing type, which annoyed her as well, or perhaps she just liked to hear the sound of her voice, which annoyed her even more. Whichever it was, Lerraina made it a point to walk a distance away from the druid. 

There was one more thing that had piqued her interest, and if she was bold enough in that moment, she might have pressed further. Lerraina wasn't much of a religious person by any means. She's read many books and heard many tales of the gods and their deeds, and still couldn't make heads or tales on how she felt on them all. But she knew there was a natural order to things; the circle of life and death, growth, rebirth. And she'd put enough men in the ground to know it isn't right if they were to still be walking amongst the living. Unfortunately, Lerraina was a bit proud to move past her sudden disinterest for the girl. And as others chimed into the conversation, she had lost whatever chance she had. It was better this way though, and gave her the opportunity to watch and listen. She would make conversation with the druid another time. 

Their host was next to speak. The large and burly man was quite animated and seemed to have a way with words. It was a beautiful story indeed... that of knowledge and blood and love, or lust. Whichever it was, it was one that she could identify with, as her own past was never a walk in the park. The real crime was how high born felt fit to walk on the backs of those below them, as if their lives were so much more important, or worth so much more. Lerraina's jaw clenched and her fists burned white as every muscle tensed. She had drifted in thought, the words of others as they spoke passed right through her. Consumed by her past, a hand subtly moved to embrace her left forearm. There were times where she tried to piece together the pieces of the puzzle, others where she couldn’t care any less. But she was haunted, not only by their actions, but by her own as well. 

The banter went on for a bit until a strange sight caught their attention. A figure, engulfed in fire had come their way, screams of agony erupted from them as they attempted to smother themselves in the storm, and the conditions it left the earth in. [color=B22222]”By the gods … “[/color], she muttered quietly. She glanced up to the sky, hoping to glimpse something. She knew Crixus was around somewhere, but would’ve felt so much better in that moment if she could see him. Her attention slipped back to the figure ahead with a small sigh. Something was bound to happen on her journey, if not a crazed enemy charging at her, then perhaps a crazed figure engulfed in flames.