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Sylvaine felt a smile spread on her face as they entered the Anaar Fields. It was a peaceful stretch of land that seemed like the perfect place to retire. Well, if she ever made it to retirement that is. Avveel was on the horizon which meant their day of travel was nearly done. While Sylvaine was more used to being on the road, the idea of a nice bed and warm food excited her. On the other hand, she could see that the journey was taking its toll on one of her new traveling companions. Allet seemed burdened by, in Sylvaine's opinion, an excess of baggage. Sylvaine had offered to carry a bag or two, but had been refused. In general, it seemed as though Allet wasn't much of a fighter. To Sylvaine it seemed odd that someone like her took up the King's call.

Speaking of non-fighters, Alfaru didn't seem like someone who has seen a battle either. As much as taking up the King's call is a personal decision, Sylvaine really didn't want to see people needlessly flinging themselves into a situation that could get them killed. Nonetheless, it's not like Sylvaine knew their whole story either. Numair on the other hand, seemed to be the only other one who knew what he was getting into. Sylvaine had heard of the Order of the Ravens, but didn't know too much about them. She didn't usually work well with others.

Allet seemed drawn to Sylvaine as she asked about her weapons. The tension in the air felt a bit awkward for Sylvaine's taste, but she decided to answer to try and break the silent spell. [color=e1ca96]"The three daggers are for just in case. Sometimes they get wedged in wood or flesh, or I simply lose them in battle. Besides it's better to be over prepared than weaponless."[/color] Her fingertips gently hovered over the hilts of her daggers as she remembered with a start that she probably needed to pick up another dagger to hide in her boot. The last one escaped while embedded in a deer that managed to avoid becoming her dinner. [color=e1ca96]"As for the sword-"[/color] Sylvaine drew one in a swift manner to admire the design. [color=e1ca96]"It's called a Scimitar."[/color] Her fingers ran over the star design briefly before returning it to its place at her hip. Sylvaine returned her gaze back to the road. 

Travel days were always the most boring, but normally she didn't have to deal with the maddening ordeal of traveling with others. Normally Sylvaine would get lost in her own thoughts, but with others there was always something pulling her out. Like someone walking too slow or discussing which direction they need to go. While she wishes she could enjoy the company, like she does when settling into a bar for the night, traveling was usually something she did alone. Luckily, though, they were nearly to Avveel. Only a week to go. Sylvaine closed her eyes and heaved a sigh. [color=e1ca96][i]Guardian Ganda above, she needed a pint or three.[/i][/color]