[center][h1][color=bc8dbf]Krielie'nas Nasloede[/color][/h1][/center]

 The witch had agreed to get on this adventure without any difficulty actually. It was a good way to earn some money, to fight if luck was good and to kill something. Then with the money she'd be able to continue her grand task of simply having a plain existence filled with pleasure. For a person like herself who lacked the majority of human emotions that led one's life and gave meaning, having a simple desire as hers was a huge boon. She knew of the curse she put on herself and that there were people who simply killed themselves or didn't eat or drink leading ot their deaths since there was no desire to do so. In that sense she was somewhat lucky since instincts of self preservation were somewhat still kicking though without fear to back them it was quite easy to ignore. For that her quest for interesting things was important!

 She moved across the rocky terrain along with the others and she had studied them on their journey. All of them were different with their own unique traits. Traits that she studied in calm collected manner while they traveled. Some were rather bombastic, some less so. There was a younger looking male who turned out to be a creature of dark magics. There were also the knight in cursed armor, the haughty elf, a satyr... The variety was pretty interesting on itself. 

 Thus they traveled as she moved in relative silence. Her bladed staff resting on her shoulder. Bran's situation with running out of drinks let her in a slightly amused state at his misfortune as she let out a rare slight curl of her lips in a faint smile she had not shown since before they departed. It wasn't that she didn't smile... she just wouldn't smile unless something pleasing was happening. This slightly amusing situation at the man's misfortune was a slight form fo such situation. 

 She too pulled a rather elegant flask of silver from her bag, but all she did was barely wet her lips on the transparent red liquid in it before putting it away. It wasn't water nor was it alcohol this thing. It was actually a vinegar of sorts. She liked the sour taste of it, but since it wasn't too great to drink she just enjoyed the taste upon her lips. Plus it was sometimes amusing when people just tried to drink without knowing what it was. Or the people who kissed her and they taste the acidy sour taste upon their lips.

 Still she wanted to arrive a little bit faster. She felt one of her rare remaining emotions flaring. Curiosity.