[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

Artemisia raised an eyebrow at Locke’s gesture, slightly curious at his refusal. Although she was de facto exiled, she still managed to make enough money for herself to keep up elements of her older, more lavish lifestyle. That was something that extended to the food and supplies that she purchased, so the jerky that she was idly munching on now was actually some nice stuff. 

“More for me, then.” She shrugged, before packing the rest back away and washing down the snack with a healthy sip from her flask. Artemisia was just about to wonder about how to pass the time waiting for the rest of the party to return when a loud crash rang out nearby. She didn’t need to be hold to stay alert, although her horse thought otherwise, whinnying and bucking at the sudden noise. Thankfully, by the time the figures appeared from the dust clouds of the ruined building nearby, her horse was back under control. 

What she saw was a strange sight to behold. The two of them were being approached by an elf girl and a huge lizard man, dragging the body of a knight, armor and all, behind him. The sight of that alone kept her on guard, and she raised a hand in a gesture to not get too close, despite the lizardman’s neutral greeting. In fact, she didn’t often see lizard people… another reason to be suspicious. 
Still, there was no sense to be needlessly undiplomatic. 

“If that is your intention, then ours is the same,” she finally replied, flicking her eyes towards Locke to see if he was on the same page. She finally dismounted in an act of peace, keeping her hands on her horses’ reins. Her eyes then glanced back towards the lizard, and the elven girl, about to ask what was up with the unconscious knight, but then she remembered that the elf girl had called out while she and Locke were still a bit distracted.

“We don’t have much in the way of supplies. I might be the best substitute for a proper healer here though. Set him down and I’ll have a look at him.”