[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 orcs had emerged from all directions, though oddly enough hadn’t spotted her. Or if they did, they sure weren’t making it obvious. She was good at hiding, but she would’ve thought they had an advantage, this being their territory and all. A thought ran quickly through her head, one of a rogue she knew of from her days back home. The rogue would leave notes for the sorry saps she had raided, and they never even knew she was there, until she was gone of course. The thought was a brief one, and as quickly as it left her, she sunk her figure back into the shrubbery that surrounded her. She would stay put for now. It didn’t seem as if the merry band of beasts were there to pick a fight, and so she wouldn’t be in any rush to pick one either. 

Everything seemed to unfold right in front of her and not in a nice neat pile mind you. More like an explosion of mess and drama. She wasn’t quite sure what to believe. Stories of undead were the type of thing to spook her once upon a time. Now she found herself more intrigued than anything else. She hadn’t actually seen an undead before, let alone fought one. The notion made her giddy inside, until she realized that she may not be properly equipped to deal with a horde of corpses. She had recalled a bundle of arrows for sale, tipped in a lovely essence, said to bring death to those who have already died. At the time, she didn’t quite appreciate the riddle, what she would’ve given to turn back daylight. 

Regardless, she had made her bed and now was stuck in it, and for better or worse, with the members of this ‘guard’. Her suspicions fell on only one man; Cremwise. Keystone was right to go off on him. She couldn’t quite call herself a member of the group just yet. All she did was help put a fire out. But there was so much deception, so much manipulation to get a group like this to help ‘guard’ a wagon full of goods. So much just didn’t add up, and it made them all look like fools, herself included. She wasn’t quite comfortable with that idea, and it was one that wouldn’t leave her lightly. 

Before returning to the matter at hand, her gaze fell upon Crixus. [color=b22222][b][i]That daft bird…[/i][/b][/color]. Upon Calanon’s words, he hopped from the elf’s shoulders to atop the elk’s head, his beady eyes spying through the darkened green and brush spread throughout the horizon. Lerraina had rolled her eyes a bit before returning her attention to the largest of the green skins. She would’ve assumed him to be their leader, or at least a representative of one, as he was the only one who spoke.