[color=bc8dbf][center][h1]Satilla Valen[/h1][/center][/color]

[center][color=bc8dbf]Location:[/color] On the road, by the wagon
[color=bc8dbf]Interacting With:[/color] Thomas and Ntaj [/center]

 Satilla flinched for a moment when she heard the half-orc talk to them from up close. She had not noticed when he approached for she was too occupied with Thomas at the time. She didn’t really like people suddenly appearing in close proximity to herself, but she had to act nice… had.. to… she took a breath and nodded.[color=bc8dbf]” We were discussing this herb.” [/color]She pointed the leaves she had given Thomas to chew on.[color=bc8dbf]” Talking about the different names of herbs in different part of the world.”[/color] She answered Ntaj.

 [color=bc8dbf]“His name is Skittles.” [/color]The witch replied with a smile and patted the cat. Skittles let out a purr and laid down in her lap calmly after the half-orc petted it. Satilla naturally flinched once more at being approached so openly from an unknown person, but nothing too open to cause any indication that she didn’ like being approached so suddenly.

 [color=bc8dbf]“Well that’s fine Thomas,  my name is Satilla.”[/color] The witch presented herself and patted the cat.[color=bc8dbf]” This is Skittles, my familiar. So you can expect it to be a very well behaved cat.”[/color] She said and then turned back to Ntaj.

 [color=bc8dbf]“Ntaj… that was your name, right?”[/color] She asked, as if inspecting him.[color=bc8dbf]” I’d have to ask you to extinguish the pipe around Thomas… The smoke can worsen his nausea and that’s the last thing we need right now.”[/color] She said, opening the bag and Skittles the cat nimbly entered it.