Kyra kept her steady glare on the man, showing no tell as he kept prodding her for questions. It was obvious that the camp was onto their ruse now and were trying to figure out their true intentions. For once, she wished that she could hide her spite for these people, because every second she's with this man she could feel a righteous fury grow inside of her. [color=pink]""The blue haired one is a halfling. She does most of the talking because I don't talk to people. I don't know what 'business' you're talking about. The orc is an orc and they're all crazy, and the old man is senile. As long as they can't bothering me I don't bother keeping track of them."[/color] Kyra said harshly, befitting her role. She channel all her hate and spite to being this gruff ranger.

She spotted Krets eying her amulet. Even though she is suppose to be in disguise she wasn't going to forsake Chauntae even among these heathens and infidels. However she knew that he may be questioning her loyalties because of it, so she made up something quickly. [color=pink]"My job is to keep this party alive. Sometimes by healing them. Normally just but shooting down my enemies. Do not take my reverence to the Great Mother as a sign of weakness or me being soft-hearted. I will do anything to keep myself and my allies alive. Even if I have to bend nature itself to meet my needs."[/color] A harsh way to put it, but Kyra wasn't lying either. Though she was exaggerating what she meant; she was more then willing to bend nature and clear the land, till the soil, and otherwise take care of her home in order to keep herself, her friends, and her family alive. She just worded it in such a way that it seemed like she meant it more selfishly.

[@Hekazu]