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The brevity of the meeting had surprised Georgia, her expectancy of perhaps more dramatics of their situation and what was required of them plummeting toward a rather stark and dull reality. Tasks and duties needed to be fulfilled, yet few seem to know what exactly that entails. The young Human waited as several members of her group quickly excused themselves from the tent. When it was less busy around the table, Georgia approached and pocketed the emblem and coin pouch with a quiet, "[color=f7941d][i]Thank you.[/i][/color]"

She had barely taken a few steps away from the table when someone had addressed her. The Dwarven man, Stravi, if she recalled correctly. They have had few chances to interact during their voyage and he was selected primarily for the mine problem. [i]Surely related to more than just his race,[/i] she would think. Georgia eyed the man; he had the appearance of someone with a lot of experience, perhaps many stories to tell. As she considered his posture, her mind went to Henry.

This man, not much older than her, always looked after her family especially. As far as she had known, he never saw combat -- not one worth mentioning anyways -- and preferred staying within the walls of Vernthouth's castle. He always bragged of wanting to become some local warrior hero. When she was sent away from home, to be kept safe with the Order, Henry promised to stay by her side and keep her safe. Initially, Henry was opposed to Georgia's archery lessons but that argument was quickly snuffed out as it was made clear to be mandatory training. Finally Georgia is tasked to leave for Haev, Henry to stay for other reasons. Again he argued, ultimately she still ended up in this cold place.

Which brought Georgia back to the present. She jumped slightly, realizing she had spaced off and quickly braced herself against the cold she managed to ignore up to this point. Another note to add to the mental list: find a scarf, a cloak, and perhaps warmer underwear. The Order provided some basic clothes for the travel but she is clearly much more susceptible to the climate than she anticipated.

"[color=f7941d]Sir Stravi,[/color]" she would do a polite bow, one that smells sweetly of a servant's lifetime. "[color=f7941d]I will be delighted to join you on this expedition. How can I be of service?"[/color]