[h2][color=ed1c24]GURITAG[/color][/h2]

Guritag raised a brow at the 'fellow adventurers' remark and YAWNED quite heavily while Neith and Micah spoke. Was she listening at all? Nope. In fact, Guritag had began taking a walk through her own thoughts-- so she was going with a group now? Already, she inwardly laughed at the fact they were just a mish-mash of random strangers. Some of her previous adventures had been with bands that at least had some kind of pre-existing knowledge of one another. Of course, her small adventure in getting to know Dion was something different, but this? How was a group of complete strangers supposed to do anything [i]marginally[/i] successful together? Did any one of them have a single thing in common? Could they work as a team? Would they all just be self-serving when things got rough? 

"... disguising itself as the moon..." 

Guritag caught the the last bit of what Micah said but gave him a bored stare, before lapsing back into her own thoughts. Well, it seemed she would at least try and stick with Dion, if the rest of them decided to look out for themselves, but only to a certain point. While risking yourself to bring back an epic tale to the tribe was expected, you definitely had to be alive to, you know, [i]bring it back.[/i]

She looked a mixture of bored and tired as she turned her attention quite suddenly toward the Barmaid. 
A local.
That wasn't wearing a goat head.

[color=D2B48C]"Beersling--"[/color] she yawned with a wave at the woman [color=D2B48C]"--what info's ya got on th' local spooky forest?"[/color]