[center][hr][hr][h3][b][i][color=82ca9d]Sana Rawn [/color][/i][/b][/h3][b][color=82ca9d]Location:[/color][/b] Gorlf Northern Territory - North of the Caravan
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Brezcar and a Dozen Orcs
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	Sana kept riding out at full tilt, wanting to put as much distance between her and the party that was Kyra was with. The further out she got the better she would be able to keep as much distance between them and anything that might pop up. Sana knew it wasn't the best idea to just ride full tilt like she was, it took away from being able to spot trouble and eventually she slowed down when she figured she was miles enough ahead to buy the group some time if they needed up needing it. From the looks of the fowl that Kyra had shot, they would probably be at least an hour before they set out. Lunch was a good thing but Sana would just have to hope they at least saved her something little when she met back up with them come evening or find something else. 

	Pulling Epona's reins back gently she slowed down to a trot and began to keep a better eye out. The road was starting to wind a lot, making it difficult to keep a clear line of sight, and with the way the wind was blowing any scent that hit Sana seemed to come from all directions. At least it wasn't raining anymore and where she was didn't seem to have gotten as drenched as where they had been the night before. The road only had spots of puddles here and there and was drying up over the flatter areas. 

	"I would suggest that you stop," a deep voice echoed out around Sana. Her brows rose as she yanked back and Epona came to a halt. This was either going to be very good or very bad. With her luck, very bad. "That's a girl," the same voice echoed about. Sana let go of the reins, her hands moving to grab her bow. "Not a good idea."

	Sighing Sana dropped her hands, for now, and looked around. [color=82ca9d]"Well you could at least come out and introduce yourself, or do you have no manners jackass?"[/color] she asked rather irritated. 

	"I'd watch what you say," the voice said before the rustle of foliage could be heard at different points in front of her. Glancing around Sanas lips thinned as a dozen orcs with weapons drawn came out of the forest line and then were followed by something that looked to be half orc and maybe half ogre? She could tell, but she was sure that he had to be the ugliest thing she had ever laid eyes on. "I'm Brezcar, and you are?"

	[color=82ca9d]"Sana."[/color]