[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] The Road North of Salarn
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Ntaj[/center][/b]

Cyne nodded at Ntaj after he thanked her for a talk and watched him dart off to go see what this new person was all about. At this point, the druid didn't really care who else happened to join in on the Caravan Party, unless it happened to be somebody really out of the ordinary. Especially compared to the quirky band of outcasts gathered up so far. She planted her walking stick into the mud and leaned against it yawning. Hopefully this whole encounter would wrap itself up quickly and they could get moving again, this time all the way out of Hostile Orc/Possibly Undead-infested neck of the woods. It would really suck/be embarrassing if they did all that walking yesterday and still ended up having to fight [i]again.[/i]

Just standing there, not even paying attention to the ramblings of the newcomer, Cyne became acutely aware of every little ache and bother in her body, like how her upper back felt like it had a knot in it and her feet were starting to feel a bit heavy. She supposed that even though she had been healed by Satilla, she was still worn out by the all-day march from yesterday. Every passing second seemed to take longer and longer. It would be great if the talking up front would finish up already.