[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] A[s] trap [/s]cave full of friendly orcs
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Cremwise, Kyra & Keystone[/center][/b]

[color=#17c311]"That's one way to describe it,"[/color] Cyne replied to Keystone's half-question. She unhooked her arm from around Cremwise's neck and pushed him into the middle of the party. [color=#17c311]"Keep an eye out on him for me while I'm gone. ~Don't worry to much, Cremmy. I'll be back as soon as I can for you ♥.~"[/color] Cyne's expressions and persona changed in an instant, going from kind of nervous but stern to flirtatious and bubbly before reverting back to normal as if nothing had ever happened in the first place. She followed behind Keystone and Kyra, not talking to either of them, which seemed to be a behavior the other two humans shared.

Keystone seemed to be thinking about things, probably coming up with some sort of plan of action to take when talking to the leader. Kyra didn't seem to be feeling talkative. Cyneburg blinked a couple times as her eyes adjusted to the dark of the cave. If there was one thing that her base form was better at than almost any of her animal forms it was seeing in the dark. Sure the owl had far sharper vision overall and the handy ability to perceive the altitude of sounds, but in cavernous and subterranean situations like this one, being a half orc gave her a sense of calm that she normally didn't have in other terrain types. Maybe it was just in the blood.

What wasn't so calming was the smell. Sure she had been in worse smelling places: sulfuric plains, neglected barns that had manure up to the ankle, elven perfume shops, but that didn't make this cave any more fun to walk through. The worst part was knowing that the residents weren't able to smell their own lodgings. Still, it was kind of surprising that they had built up such a stench in the first place. They were in the middle of a war against humans and undead. She'd think that they'd move around the forest rather than sticking around to one cave. Then again, what did she know about tactics? 

Speaking of tactics, what could she do against undead in her current state? There was a pretty good chance that they would attack tonight. Snake venom didn't work on targets that were already dead. None of her other reptile forms could do much fighting, and she wasn't much of a fighter in the first place. Then again, neither were undead. The walking dead did have lots of numbers on their side and she didn't really have any offensive spells...

Cyneburg resolved to cross that bridge when she got to it. Now she would focus her thoughts on the upcoming meeting of the leaders and how she could help facilitate that.