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[h1]CHARLOTTE[/h1]
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Questioning things was, in all honesty... not quite Charlotte's strongest suit. She was more the type of person to just... listen and do as asked of her. Sure, this made her a bit easy to manipulate... but she was at least smart enough to tell the difference between orders she shouldn't follow and those that she could follow without getting into trouble.

It was this lack of questioning that had brought the former noble to where she was now, listening to some guy - Lanniver or something. Charlotte hadn't quite caught his name - explain what it was they were supposed to do exactly. Her goddess had sent her here, told her this was what she was supposed to do, and so she did as was asked of her. For if there was anyone the cleric trusted, it was her goddess, for she gave her her powers.

Fortunately, she was at least good at listening. There was something about werewolves... and an attack... something about abducting kids... Bad stuff, to say the least. Their job was to get the kids back, kill some werewolves. Get rewarded. Charlotte had no experience in fighting werewolves. Or rescuing children. But she had faith in her - and her allies' - ability to handle themselves.

Speaking of her allies, they were quite a varied bunch. Charlotte was certain she'd get to know them at some point, but now wasn't quite the time to start making smalltalk. There was brief talk about the reward, first, but the cleric... wasn't too worried about that part. Money wasn't her motivator for coming here, she was instead here because her goddess told her to be here, and so the reward was not much more than a bonus to her.

Shortly after, the conversation came to an end, and the group began heading towards the forest. The guard captain seemed to be in a bit of a hurry himself, leaving no time for questions - though Charlotte didn't even have one to begin with.

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Charlotte stayed quiet during most of the journey towards her forest, spending her time instead observing her travelling companions. They were all very different compared to each other. Some were tall, others were short. Some were human, and others... clearly not. Her thoughts were currently occupied on the question of who to approach first when she was interrupted by a wolf howl. 

The cleric hadn't realized that they were already at the edge of the forest. She had been so preoccupied by her thoughts that the journey had barely registered for her, and she briefly wondered if she'd missed any questions aimed at her. She could be a bit of an airhead at times, after all.

It wasn't long until they were in the forest proper, the creepy trees putting Charlotte a bit... on edge as they travelled through it. She was expecting something to happen, the forest seemed like a perfect place for an ambush, especially with this thick fog obscuring things...

It was then that the wolves made their presence known, growling at them and seeming ready for a fight. Unfortunately for them... her allies seemed ready for a fight too! There was a strange, loud noise, followed by a loud roar. Her companions were quick to charge into the fight, it seems. Fortunately, Charlotte was too.

Grabbing her mace, she waited for one of the wolves to charge at her - or otherwise get into range - before stepping to the side and bashing it on the head with one of the silvered spikes of her mace, hoping to - at the very least - give it a major headache.