Such a tragic land.

The unfairness of a heartless city was one thing. The cruelty of a long war was quite another. Detta could see it in the weary eyes of the older rangers as much as the actions of this rogue company they were to hunt. As loath as she was to take part in a conflict of nations, Detta had to refer to cold sense to justify it -- to demand that the Nirmathi deal with the problem would escalate the violence. Not to mention, insubordinate soldiers often did harm to the local populace. With a small smile to hide her reservations, she tiredly looked from her helmet between her hands over the to symbol.

[colour=yellow]"Don't mean anything to me, either,"[/colour] she concluded. Her voice was as rough as always. Probably shouted enough times in her life that she could communicate with crickets when at a normal volume.

Hanani's comment was met with a stray look from Detta's exposed eye. This wasn't the first time that the man held unrealistic expectations of others. Detta tried to be good-natured about it, even in vain. She hummed a chuckle. [colour=yellow]"Hiring a sketch artist is what this downpayment must be for, Hanani."[/colour]

Kyra's question was more directly relevant. Detta's eye flicked to Forest Marshal Gavirk to hear the answer.

Coaxing anything from Kyra about herself was a delicate process. Detta could not help but feel sorry for what trials she had shared. It was as if she had a portion of her life taken away from her. Still, she was swift, intuitive, and steady on her own path. If she was marked by a god, she must have something in her future. Detta had not pried further.

The others in the group were capable enough. Albeit odd cases.

Claudia was quick with her tongue without a mask and quicker with her blade with it on. Detta had yet to work out her motives past simple compulsive transience. She had been apparently everywhere, getting into trouble and learning about the world. What had her running so constantly out of frozen Irrisen remained a mystery to Detta. Perhaps the aversion to constantly uprooting oneself was just Detta's inner dwarf talking. Regardless, Claudia was better to have on one's side than not. It was not as if Detta could find evil in her heart.

And then there was Valerio. Detta would be lying if she claimed no envy of his intellect. He thought of solutions that wouldn't have occurred to anyone in the group for years. Where her envy tapered was where his mind was so full that he could not empty it and take a step back. Constant calculation and thought sounded like a curse similar to constant hunger and cold.

To each their own. Detta exercised patience for the half-elves and their disharmonies. If they really needed help, they could ask for it. Even the plumekith woman and her lanky feline.

Detta carefully wrapped a gauntleted hand around one of the vials of elixir and spoke as she tucked it away. [colour=yellow]"Excuse me, Forest Marshal. I don't want assume too much 'bout these soldiers. Is they something special 'bout Fangwood keep that they would wanna take it, or are they just lookin' for a place to board up the windows and cause trouble? I wish we wouldn'ave to kill them all if there's something more going on."[/colour]