[h2][color=B22222][center][i][b]Lerraina[/b][/i][/center][/color][/h2]
[center][color=B22222][i]Location:[/i][/color] Up in a tree, near the fight
[color=B22222][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] ...potentially Kyra 
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Lerraina had been cozied up in a tree, reality sat with the rest of the world in a fog just beyond the leafy branches. It must have been the food that had put her in such a coma. Even when Satilla screamed, and the sounds of battle drummed throughout the camp, Lerraina hadn’t stirred. It wasn’t until several high pitched whistles emerged that sleeping beauty rose from her slumber, exhausted, disoriented, dazed and confused. 

Smoke had billowed up around her, screeches tingled her ear drum, and the sight ….. UNDEAD. So it wasn’t just a myth. And everything that Lerraina had hoped for, she wasn’t quite sure if this was what she wanted. Her brows wrinkled softly in disappointment as she situated herself. 

Analyzing what she could, it seemed as if one of their orc friends had ran into the fray, perhaps with intentions of focusing their attention? Or perhaps the food got to him too, and he wasn’t thinking straight. She had the height and position for an aerial assault, but the tree that she was in may have had her positioned too far away. She would need to get just a bit closer ... just then, something caught her eye.

There was a stir within the trees, not far from where she stood. Someone else perhaps to take advantage of their height. There was no way it was an undead .... it couldn't be. They weren't smart enough to take the advantage, and these certainly didn't seem to stop within their wanton slaughter to think of strategy or plot a route. Number one rule in combat, learn use your environment to your advantage. Lerraina snickered lightly as she made her way across the tree line, advancing towards the noticed movement. Two in the trees was better than one. She knocked an arrow, ever at the ready.