[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Bellarence[/b][/color][hr][@Searat]

[color=c4df9b]"You... Are you bloody retarded!? Got your rank by bloody polishing someone's knob!?"[/color] No, she was livid now, not just angry. [color=c4df9b]"An entire angry goblin pack based in the area could have just as easily have the resources to do a manhunt across a large area. Your 'skills' will do nothing to a goblin if he slits your throat while you sleep or even if it just stabs you in the back while you're looking away. The river offered us no protection, had just barely enough wood for a small campfire. And even an extra twenty minutes could mean the difference between us having shelter from the wind or not. You were simply lucky there was a snowstorm tonight. Had there been none, you two with your idiocy would have left crystal clear tracks leading to us."[/color]

A fit of anger that brought out the slight bit of accent from home she had long suppressed. A hastily caught reaction, before she went over the edge of crimson, where the grinning man awaited. [color=c4df9b]"Hmph. Bloody amateurs. Never underestimate any enemy, not even a goblin. I do not give out orders without reason. And to blatantly disregard it, then brazenly traipse in flaunting it..."[/color] She took another drink from the bowl, before passing out the warm bottle of alcohol, pushing away Katya's grabby hands away from it. A strong brew, that will probably knock the little priest out cold if she sipped at it. [color=c4df9b]"Enough for now. There is still tomorrow to get through. You, ranger, take first watch and second, and that other idiot there can take the third and last watch. Pray nothing tries to ambush us."[/color]