[center][h2][color=pink]Lyn,[/color] Messhall[/h2][/center]

Lyn overlooked the fact she could feel the heavy tension between Tyrael and her friends. Though the desire to make things better and ease the hurt feelings was gnawing to her slowly in their presence causing her slight discomfort, her figure looking at Ssarak when he spoke. She knew what happened within the catacombs. Or at least what bit she could get from Colette. The bad part, she had put it away in her mind to deal with later due to her mother’s condition and everything that happened during  the hunt. Gradually it had slipped her mind over time causing her to forget until recently and any attempts to get information from Meirin, who seemed to hold the biggest grudge, were becoming rather difficult. 

She smiled, letting the thought fade away for the moment, then replied.[color=pink] “Maybe but I won’t know unless I tried. At least then I won’t be eating for a good month or two, that’s a perk!”[/color] 

The woman reached for an unclaimed plate and set it in front of her. She then leaned forward and snatched a slice of ham (bit disappointed it was cooked), several grapes, some boiled eggs and other breakfast items to fully fill up her plate. She plopped back downward on her rear to dig in when she decided to ask the question on her mind. [color=pink] “Big question, do any of you know who we need to contact before heading into Djarkel? I don’t know much about it to be honest save that I’m hoping to meet someone there. I don’t think he’ll even know who I am since I’ve changed quite a bit from the caravan mission…”[/color]