"You're gonna help me? Great!" Abigail's enthusiasm made her anxiety melt away, but again - there was something really weird about the way she carried herself. Her body language was open, friendly and completely oblivious but some sort of instinct made her seem like she was on edge all of the time. "It's just down on the east side, I can show you the way." She made to leave, but Anastasia called for her. It seemed impossible for Abigail to perk up any more; she was practically glowing with excitement now. She got so fidgety that she seemed to almost vibrate. "You're [i]hunters?![/i]" she gasped breathlessly. "I thought you were pirates! No offence, but I didn't think hunting was such a big thing these days. Kind of outdated profession. I still took it, because my mentor said I have 'potential'. Not sure what he meant about that, but I trust him."

She turned her attention to Anastasia and seemed completely unfazed by her sniffing and squishing her cheeks. "So you probably know where my mentor went? Hish name ish Braa-h ma aaah ah-" she paused, only briefly, in her stream of excited ramblings when Anastasia hooked a bloody finger under her lip and pulled back her mouth. Only then did she look slightly perplexed. "That's silver, right? You think I'm a changeling or something, don't you? Happens all the time - I'm not a monster, I'm just used to it. 'It' being...y'know, all this." She gestured vaguely at the decapitated corpse, the bloodsoaked bandits, the carnage in the water. "I'm a farmgirl. Can't get far without seeing a couple corpses - everyone wants bacon and chicken drumsticks these days." Nevertheless, it wasn't as if this was a simple slaughterhouse. There were dead people floating in the water - people with lives. Abigail seemed unfettered by that particular concern...and it was no wonder that Anastasia would be checking her teeth because of it. Unfortunately, they were completely normal.

The girl lead the hunting party to the cave ("It's in there. Mind you don't cut yourselves, you'll get sickness!") and when the party eventually climbed out, she had vanished. She re-appeared by the beach with her big backpack and an even bigger smile. Then she slipped quietly onto one of the boats and started to write in her journal:

[i]Th ey WERE hunters! I hope that   they can find you with me, they k I llled the fishbeast from earlier so I ThinK the y are good enough to be able to track you down. I am  very   very hungry but I am too Scared to   ask for food. [s]Coman[/s] Commander GRUX  has rescued us from the   island. I hope that   I can talk to someone ab out sticking with their party, a t least until   I fINd you.

Back soon,
Abi[/i]

Once they reached the mainland, Abigail put her diary away and looked over at the captain. He immediately stomped off after mentioning some sort of seedy establishment to meet up with in a few hours, and left the little blonde runt looking a bit lost and confused, standing in the midst of a rapidly thinning crowd of mercenaries and hunters alike. She played with her backpack strap, she opened and shut her mouth a few times and then she clutched onto her diary tightly and looked around once more.

It didn't look like she had a place to go to until their next meeting.