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Nem offered a brief smile to the Badlander as he sat down next to her. Finishing her own tankard of ale, she nodded gratefully and took a long pull from the fresh tankard that he had placed next to her. Free ale and a fire were good ways to warm up and to kindle the spirit. She was pleasantly surprised and pleased by the loyalty the Badlander had shown in the short time she had known him. They were walking into danger, which she did not mind, but she preferred to adventure with people she could trust and depend on. Eomer seemed to be a survivor, he seemed like the dependable sort.

"In a way, I did. Not here specifically mind you. I've only passed through Blightstone a couple of times and it was never for long," Nem began, taking another drink of ale. A thoughtful look passed over the young tieflings features as she thought back to her life before she had traveled south to the Lowlands. "Before I joined the guild I was a bounty hunter, I traveled up and down the Swamp Road plenty of times in pursuit of some wanted criminal and the bounty on their head.

There was a subtle hint of pride in her voice as she spoke about her knowledge of the road, "I know the wilds here better than most, better than the those fleeing form the law, and even better than the smugglers who think they are the only ones that know their way around these parts."