[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=82ca9d]Sana Rawn[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] The Orc Cave
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Yeah, peoples, and orcs 
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	Sana nodded towards both Thomas and Calanon in turn before going back to grooming and settling Epona in for the evening. She watched as Kyra went off with Keystone and the half orc woman into the cave. She didn't like it but she figured they could take care of themselves. Kyra was a diplomat when she needed to be. More so than Sana was. Taking a breath she fetched some water for her mare before fetching some more for the group so they could refill water skins. She didn't speak orc but a few hands gestures made it pretty clear what she was doing. She wondered if she should do something for food but Keystone had said he would cook when he returned. She figured she could wait, she had had his cooking before and it would be a welcome change to what she had mostly been eating on the road the last few weeks. 

	Hearing the mention of undead Sana sighed as she sat down by the fire and removed her cloak so she could warm up and dry out properly now. Her burn scars that ran from the right side of her neck down to the line of her top in the front and half way down her back, running down her right arm to the top of her bracer on her forearm; several puncture marks on her right shoulder seemed like the remains of bite marks. She cringed a little bit, even after all this time they still bothered her. Taking a breath she thought about them and other things. 

	[color=82ca9d]"The undead are vile creatures, but I would rather deal with them than the truly unholy..."[/color] she muttered to herself more than in a response to Calanon's question to Satilla. Shaking off the thought she straightened up and looked around. Seems the group had been through a lot and the Orcs did not like their presence there. Not that she could blame them, she wasn't very comfortable around them either. She had dealt with some friendly orcs in the past but they were few and far between. 

	[color=82ca9d]"So, while we wait, would anyone fancy a song to lighten the mood?"[/color] she asked out of the blue. She hated sitting around idly, just waiting while others figured things out or for information to come. The night had not set in fully yet, there was still time before the undead would be walking if they did this evening. Might as well try to up the spirits of those here. It may be their last chance.