[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location: [/color]The house by the road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with: (almost) Malkus, Sana[/color][/center][/b]

Hot, covered in burns (well, all the ones from this morning, only a couple minor new ones from fire fighting) and sweaty, although it was indistinguishable on the rain soaked druid, Cyneburg looked over what the three man team had accomplished. That was a fire extinguished, (Druid job accomplished) and a shelter salvaged from it. Sure it was wet and dirty now, but it was 9 hells of a lot drier than the storm outside. Cyneburg was a dirty girl, the mess wouldn't bother her, although all the water would still make sleeping indoors for the first time in months not the most pleasant experience she's had. Still, you just had to grin and bear it. Still, with that done Cyne had the chance to deal with the 5 other things bothering her.

She turned around towards where the body of that other half-orc had been. Vanished. Oh well. He might have been the child of one of the orcs that populated the area. He wouldn't trust a bunch of humans. Next, the druid approached the gypsy woman who appeared to have some magical abilities tied to music.

[color=17c311]"Evening, my name's Cyneburg. If you don't mind me asking, who are you?"[/color] Kyra and Keystone seemed familiar with her, but nobody else appeared to. It was one thing for a total stranger to come out of the woods, but when there were pre-established relationships that only a couple people were privy to, Cyne's interested was piqued.