[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] In the tree line, overlooking the group.
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] No one in particular 
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The sudden jerk in their serene setting had her eyes darting to and fro. As the wagon dashed down the road, like a mad mutt after its meal, her stomach churned. It wasn't so much the frustration of trouble brewing in the air as it was being stranded in Orc infested woods, miles away from the nearest town. Then again, she wasn't ever actually riding inside the wagon. But, in this moment, she was regretting not taking the food from Calanon.

Calanon had already made his way into the shadows beyond by the time she climbed down. There were several others also making tracks and on the chase. There was not much more she could do to aid them. The others were indeed much faster, besides, the caravan running away could just be a distraction. She carefull hid herself within the trees that lined their path. Without the wagon in the way, they were all sitting ducks, but it also gave her a clear view of everyone who had stayed behind.

Lerraina nocked an arrow and took aim at the area beyond the clearing, her eyes piercing every nook and cranny. The hunter is ever patient, should their pray be daring enough to show themselves.