[center][color=ed1717][h1]Eldrid Isfjellbarn[/h1][/color][/center]

[indent]The trip to Bludmach had been about as much of a pain in the ass as signing up for the damned guild had been; a comparison that meant something, considering the location of the guild's seal she had chosen once the paperwork was done. She had only been with them for a day before signing up for this job, and before she knew it she was here, in the back of a wagon, in some godforsaken swamp, with two weirdos she barely knew, and a mosquito-like irritant up front. Sprawling across the wagon's floor with her arms crossed behind her head for comfort, the young mage cast a turquoise eye towards Malon as he prattled on about the woes of his situation. The promise of good pay might've been enough to sway her into volunteering to take up this assignment, but the Guild master hadn't said anything about listening to some swamp-rat's bellyaching.

Lifting up one of her legs, the fiery lass drove the heel of her boot into front side of their vehicle not once, but twice. Two good, solid kicks right beneath the driver's seat to remind him he wasn't making the trip by his lonesome.

[color=ed1717]"We didn't hire you to whinge about your poor decisions along the way, we hired you to get us to Bludmach. So why don't you make yourself useful and tell us how close we are?"[/color] She remarked irately, hoisting herself up onto her elbows so she could lean forward and peak up at their surroundings.[/indent]