[h3]Falke – Fields[/h3]

 That was it, she got roped in with the worst possible group to travel with. Granted it was possible to scavenge supplies in the wild, she was proficient with it since she lived in the wilds, but the Calieo was dressed in heavy armor which made hunting form up close very hard. Maybe she knew how to recognize herbs and other edible plants? Hopefully that was the case, otherwise Chambala was going to have to hunt for these people. What a bad situation she got herself in.” Sigh This is going to be a long journey.” Chambala said to herself as Calieo was now questioning Rebecca about this Order she mentioned. 

 Now that the huntress thought about it, she did remember those Order guys. She had seen them in her trips to sell off her merchandise in their territory. Always made a point to keep nice with them since she didn't really have need of making enemies in general. That said she had another feeling she didn't like. She felt danger from something or someone. Maybe it was just her paranoid side showing up, it's been like this since her trusted companion passed away, but she had learned to trust those instincts of self preservation. She had to be on guard and keep attention to the situation with the group that was going to develop and locate the possible danger before it has the chance to hurt her. She regretted leaving so many of her tools back at her home now.

 They had a long walk ahead of them so she might as well get working on something simple as they walk. She pulled a big fang frog from her bag and a small knife, starting to carve it slowly as she walked. It usually took stability and a time to focus, but she had made those trinkets so many times her body remembered it wihtout her input. As the saying went she could carve them in her sleep.