[u][h3][center]Ana of Auroris[/center][/h3][/u]
Ana had only caught snippets of the men's conversation. Talk of traps and honesty. She wasn't particularly interested, aside from the fact that these were her traveling companions for the foreseeable future. As much as she liked to believe she could defend herself against them if it came to that, a sneak attack coupled with being outnumbered might prove fatal.

She glanced over at Miles. He had signed the contract. It would bind him to his word, as it would for all the others. Yet she could not be sure of his intentions or how well whatever morals he had would hold in the treacherous pass.

After a few long moments of silence, he cleared his throat. "Hey, Ana. We're coming up on the end of the path, yeah? It's going to start getting rough here. God knows what we're gonna run into going forth."

A gust of wind sliced through the air, ruffling a few strands of auburn hair that had slipped free from under her hood. She pursed her lips and brushed them behind her ears as best she could. It was futile, she knew, especially when the winds would only worsen. "Yes, the path will soon end." She brushed her gloved hands over her pants, ridding herself of invisible specs of dust. "I'd imagine cave crawlers may be scuttling about. I ran into a couple on my first attempt."

Ana held out her palm, allowing for a small spark to ignite. The flame glowed hot and bright against the dark leather. "These mountain breeds abhor fire, though. They'll run back to their caves as soon as they get too close." It vanished, and Ana instantly missed the small bit of warmth it had provided. "As for whatever else lingers, I'm sure a group as well-rounded as our own will easily be able to handle it."