[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:[/color] Satilla, Ntaj[/center][/b]

Cyne gave a long, slow sigh of relief as the irritation and pain of her torso cooled and faded away. Black and purple skin melted away to a slightly paler shade of brown than her face, arms and legs, but matched the rest of her torso. Cyne lowered her clothes, covering up skin that on second thought was probably too risque to show to a bunch on strangers. She did her best to smooth out the tunic before answering Satilla properly.

[color=#17c311]"I feel much better, thank you. I just hope that this won't end up weakening your ability to heal others later. Truth be told, I probably would have been able to whip up a salve to help with it, although I don't think it would be as scar free as your method."[/color] Her tunic wasn't cooperating much, probably because of how it bunched up, drying unevenly as she slept. Next time she had the chance, she needed to thoroughly wash all her clothes. Cyne made a mental note and attached it to the ends of the previous mental notes of "GET NEW MANTLE" and "ACQUIRE MORE VEILS."

The druid followed behind Satilla and Gretchin, stopping to greet the newcomer. Unlike either of the other women, she opted to speak in the tongue that he would probably be far more versed in, given his apparent difficulties with the common language.

[color=#17c311]"Sharulu rûmtalaan. Shara ghularg."[/color] Roughly translates to 'They're heading to the North, to a human settlement.' She smiled before formally introducing herself. [color=#17c311]"Cyneburg-izish. Tabub."[/color] 'I'm Cyneburg. Greetings.' He didn't seem very comfortable shaking hands, so she mimicked his bow before heading on her way. The stiffness of her bow and her accent was a pretty clear giveaway that she wasn't where he was from, but it was probably(?) more polite to use his customs. He might appreciate it.