[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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Scaling the shrubbery that lined the road, she came upon the others, surrounding the would be thief and his runaway wagon. Her arrow was still drawn, and aimed at Cremwise. She didn't trust the situation. Heck, she didn't trust anything right now, for all she knew, half of the group could be in on this. Something just didn’t seem right. But the air was thick with suspicion and secrets, so much so that it had everyone on edge, there was no telling what was really going on.

Stick close and leave whole .... Lerraina didn't quite believe in fairy tales, and had half a mind to stick to the trees and find her own way about. But as much as she'd like to think she could make it on her own, she just wasn’t cut out for an extended leave in the wilderness. She was more of a farm mouse, stuck in a large unknown, with bugs and wild animals, and my oh my, that’s right, the orcs that inhabited the land. Lerraina was nothing but a con artist, stepping on the backs of others to get where she needed to go. It wasn't exactly something she was particularly proud of, but right now, it was the backs of those present who she would have to lean on, to get her to their next destination. At least this was the reflection cast back from a mirror she often gazed at. Regardless, it was then that she had decided she would rather be stuck this sticky situation over the other. 

For now, she thought it best to remain hidden. Her muscles were cramping up, and she knew if she didn’t move, she just might fall over. She stretched a leg out, shifting her weight from one onto another as she slowly crept through the tree line. Suddenly, there was something to catch her eye, and her body froze once more. The cheeky bastard of a crow swooped in from above the path and perched itself on Calanon’s shoulder. A heavy breath set loose from her lips, she was hoping that he would stay out of this one, it would have given her less to explain. Its soft, ebony feathers grazed upon Calanon’s cheek before belting a loud, intimidating sound at Cremwise. It was certainly a sight to see, and one that made Lerraina chuckle a bit on the inside. A dire wolf, a bear and a crow, along with weapons aimed and words poking at him like sharp pins. The poor man didn’t have a chance, and somehow still decided that lying was the better option. 

Her own weapon drawn seemed quite redundant and obsolete next to the other threats that circled the wagon, but there were too many variables, and she wasn’t quite convinced that it was safe enough to emerge. Besides, it was always better to be an ace in the hole even if she was just twiddling her thumbs with nothing to contribute at this time.