[h1][center][color=007236]Kathryn[/color][/center][/h1]

The last few hours were a bit strange. They were forced to further away from the fronts then usual, they met a necromancer who didn't work for The Dark Lord, and then they had met a man who from what Kathryn could tell really needed a break. Then again, a lot of people nowadays needed one. But there was no real resting, no. Just waiting until the next job. Alberich suggested that the newly formed group have a name, Kathryn still had mixed feelings about all of this. The way she saw it half of them would be dead before anything could be accomplished. She didn't like thinking like that, but she had issues not doing it like that. That was something that was drilled into her from a young age. Think Realistically. Though who knows, maybe they would all live to see a new and thriving world.

Eventually the new group moved on, taking what supplies they had available on their travels, which Kathryn was worried that with the new members of their crew it wouldn't last long. The food they had was minimal and clean water near the front lines was a pain to get. Either it was all used by locals and soldiers to get cleaned, or it was filled with blood and deification. Clean water was a total pain. "[color=007236]When we get to town we're going to need to grab more supplies. Water, food, replacement gear for what is damaged and broken. And if we're getting more people it wouldn't hurt for a wagon maybe. I would suggest more horses but if we get more people or need to carry more supplies a wagon would do better.[/color]" And if someone was injured it would be a lot easier to carry them to a town in a wagon rather then on a horse. For most of the ride though Alberich was singing again. It was something that made her feel better at least, even if a few of his notes were off. It reminded her of better times. At least for her.

They did eventually arrive in town, the place was a bit nerve racking for her. One thing she noticed, something she noticed in a lot of towns like this, there were not a lot of military aged men. Most everyone was old, very young, injured, or fit into that nice little [i]Other[/i] category. Many were off at war.

In the center of town she noticed a gathering of people. Everyone in town it seemed. Looked like the kid with the bucket over his head was taking charge. He reminded Kathryn of herself as a young soldier. Back when the Dark lord's armies were still far enough away from her home to not worry about the same way. He had referenced Herself and the party she was with for a mission. Part of her almost went back into hold habits and ask the village what they had to offer in return. She didn't like that part, she remembers towns being ransacked by raiders due to her people refusing to do anything. Sometimes it was them. "[color=007236]What do you need help with? I am sure we can figure something out.[/color]" She would include that they would need to restock later.