Sarah stood guard at the front of the caravan, eyes scanning the distant wastes with precision, in her hand her large sharpened broom handle, Slowly, she turned to face Eric, saying calmly [color=crimson]"I assume we'd continue North. Eventually we will hit the mountains and be out of this mess. At least I hope, The water situation is getting a little to dire."[/color] She'd then turn, fiddling with her various pieces of equipment, and glancing at the ground, a small worm slithering past her boot, which she was quick to squash [color=crimson]"You'd be best to watch the girl with the bow. She's bound to injure somebody, and that's just more dead weight."[/color] She'd glance at those coordinating the various fleets of men, exhaling and wiping the sweat from her brow [color=crimson]"What is this, an old-time militia? Lighten up."[/color]