[b][center][h1][color=00a651]Kathryn[/color][/h1][/center][/b]

Kathryn slowly lowered her bow as the situation was explained. In basics, everyone was more or less on the same team. Or at least not with the Dark lord, which is as close to loyalties she can hope for in times like this. As things started to calm down she put her bow back on her back, it seemed like it didn't have a lot of use left in it, she figured she would have to get rid of it or replace it sooner rather then later. She still didn't feel safe taking off her helmet or any other part of her armor as of this moment though, she would need to wait until it was safer for her to do so. Or until she could start trusting someone.

As more of the situation was explained someone who Kathryn guessed was human stepped out, the tribal markings though gave her an odd feeling, though it was more expressed as [i]I have a knife and if you try anything I will impale you with it[/i] as she turned around holding the knife by its tip ready to throw it. She figured actions speak louder then words, so she kept quiet while doing so. As he explained himself she slowly put the knife back in it's sheath, which took a moment to find. She made a mental note to find better gear she wouldn't have to replace so obtain so that she could find things easier. But from what she could tell, a concerned by passer of the situation, she was fine with that, maybe they had food.... Food would be nice.

She turned to face the next one to speak, this time with out a weapon drawn. [i][color=440e62]"Are we all good now? Nobody's going to try and kill each other again? Because I will not intervene this time." [/color][/i] The elf spoke, she would need to make note of names soon. Or wait to see if this band held together longer then the last few. Though the question was a good one, she actually stood there for a moment thinking of a decent answer. "[color=007236]I want to say maybe. There's never a guarantee for anything.[/color]" She spoke casually. At one point in the conversation our friendly neighborhood lumber jack asked about joining them on their quest to handle the dark lord, and to survive the night. Both sounded pretty good to her really. "[color=007236]I think that would work out pretty nicely, we may want to consider getting some basic supplies to make sure we can hold out longer if that is the plan. I don't know about you guys but I don't really have enough to last more then a couple days on me.[/color]"

Soon, another figure showed up, this one a lot more calm to approach but still. Kathryn was ready, she had her hand ready on the hilt of her knife, but kept it in it's rear sheath. She hated this paranoia but after so many raids against the Dark lord, one can only be careful nowadays. She introduced herself as Elyria. It was a beautiful name, but the paranoia stayed. Kathryn did let go of the knife though. 

Soon enough, it was time to move onto their new camp. How long it would stay their camp depended on a lot of things. Food, how clean the water was, who knew where it was, how long they could hold out, etc. But she would follow them all to the camp, keeping near the back of the group to try and keep an eye on everyone at once.