[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] In a tree overlooking the group.
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Calanon
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She eyed the jerky and jug, her eyes were plain, void of the suspicion that laid beneath. As much as the sight of food and beverage made her stomach whine and want, she had a thing about taking food from others. Watching it be prepared was one thing. But unknown food and drink, well, that's a sure way to get yourself killed. 

The persona of Gretchin was what some called to be a "cool cat". So she was very careful not to give any suspicions away. [color=b22222][b]"I am good, thank you though."[/b][/color], she answered simply and added a smile and nod for good measure. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she wanted to actually. But Lerraina didn't trust anyone. She would be a fool to let her guard down so easily, at least that is what past experiences had taught her. She had lost many a comrade to poison waterskins and tampered rations. She wanted to make sure she made it to the next town with her limbs in tact, her heart still beating and her wits about her.

She returned her gaze to the grassy ground beneath them. Her eyes lingering over the others. [color=b22222][b]"What do you know of this next town? Have you ever been there before?[/b][/color] her question followed quickly. Anything to control the conversation, to keep from lingering on certain topics for way to long, yet engaging him in formal pleasantries.