It was nice traveling with people again as the caravan paced along this mountain pass. Company was sort of a rare commodity for a Dunedain Ranger due to the fact that there was just so much ground to cover in Eriador and areas far beyond. The exception came whenever tackling an assignment that required more hands, namely assaults, but even then your company was sparse and definitely not like this. Gweniera felt like people were everywhere on this trail as kids scurried past playing a game. Gwen had been in caravans before but for some reason, this one felt the ever more lively. Whether it was just her imagining or not, she did not know. However, she appreciated the ambience as they moved along. It was a great distraction for the occasional bout into her worrisome depression. It was a rare thing for a Ranger to quit but that was the least of it. Gwen felt like she had betrayed her comrades and guilt came and went as the tides of a shoreline do. Not only that, but she felt a whole myriad of emotion concerning her betrayal. It was often too overwhelming for her, but at the very least, she could at least coach herself that it was probably for the best that she left for now. She was distracted and if something happened to a comrade, or herself for that matter, she couldn't afford to be distracted.

Regardless, she was here now and hopefully she could figure herself out. Interacting with some of the travelers had really gone a long way in boosting herself. The children were charmingly affectionate to the notion that Gwen was a Dunedain and had often sought her out for stories. Many of the their parents and adults in general were also pretty thankful for having her around. They felt safer and in turn, that made Gwen feel better. 

Still, she was a bit peeved with some of the other members, like that orc hunter, Darcyn. Of course everyone hated him and despite Gwen's hidden desire to just be rid of that man, she couldn't do it. She was secretly afraid of his posse, still getting flashbacks to the band of bandits who had taken her only months ago. Thus, she tended to avoid them and their general harassment. She had been occasionally harassed and while it did shake her up a little, things didn't escalate. Perhaps due to her reputation as a ranger or perhaps just due to luck. However the case, she definitely got off better than some. At times, Gwen wanted to step in on the victims' behalves but again, she was pretty shy now. Although she promised herself that she would step in if they ever went [i]too[/i] far, but even still, she wasn't sure. 

At the moment, Gwen had been riding [i]Collie[/i], her horse, just down wind from Darcyn and his crew, hovering towards the back of the caravan. She preferred it this way as she was provided a better view of the caravan ahead but could know if things happened behind her. She kept her head down for the most part, though. Cloaked under her hood and cape.