[color=c4df9b][b]Ettamri Belarence[/b][/color][hr]

The shield... well, the shield looks battered enough to support her theory. Orcs were strong after all, and she was surprised the paladin's arms was still attached to his body considering the force it would take to warp a metal shield like that. Taking whatever they could, they continued on their travels.

She was tired, apprehensive, and not more than a little paranoid about ambushes as the caravan moved forwards. The backbreaking pace she set was taking its toll on her too, but it was all for the best. Reaching the spring now would mean they get to have a much better rest, in a hopefully much warmer area. Considering the terrain, she could probably move a few rocks to make a nice barrier against wind as well. It was all taking a toll on her mind, not helped by the capering red demon whispering sweet words in her ears, nor the stress of a rigid march. The mask, once again, was a great boon to her, betraying none of her current emotions.

The strange smell of the spring came to her first, as well as the splash in the spring. Was it an enemy? There was no sign of an attack, but still, she could not be sure.

Tired as she was, exhausted as she was, Ettamri still strode forwards first, hefting the metal club around her shoulders, trying to see what it was.

[color=c4df9b]"Who goes there?"[/color] She challenged, attempting to see if it was sentient or not.