Camilla coughed and spluttered ungracefully as she sucked in a huge lung full of air. A moment later her mind realized that Cydric was trying to be quiet and she did her best to mitigate her coughing. After a moment she managed to get herself under control, reaching up she wiped some of the spittle from her mouth with the back of her hand before scrapping it off onto the banner she was wrapped in.

[b]"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm not making much of a dashing adventure,"[/b] she apologized, shivering against the chill. A wry grin quirked her lips.

[b]"Or the damsel in distress I'd wager,"[/b] she replied, spitting into the darkness, "though the distress part I seem to have under control."

The small fire was beginning to blaze now and its warmth was a welcome companion. Within a few minutes she cast aside the banner and allowed the heat do dry her clothes. Eerie statues aside, this was probably the safest she had felt since they had fled the court. Bitterly she recalled her dresses, fine weapons and jewelry and her carefully horded money, all lost now.

[b]"Why did you come here Cydric?"[/b] she asked, dark eyes locked on the fire and remember the warm evenings in Tilea.

[b]"You aren't a local are you?"[/b]
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