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[Center][Color=peru][h2]AONÉ INALOR[/h2][/color][/center]
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It wasn't long before the small party began their travels, Aoné much more at ease now that they had begun. She wasn't particularly in a hurry, not that what they were doing wasn't important and time was certainly of the essence, but she hadn't been blessed with the greatest patience nor the ability to stand by and do nothing whilst pursuing a goal. Both of which had estranged her from her family many years ago, and now she could sense those unwanted feelings creeping up on her again as she stood among this group of strangers. She hadn't said much in their short time together as they introduced themselves, save for the moments she had to, but she honestly preferred it that way. Knowing herself, the elf knew with the way the conversation had been going, she would've just caused trouble; however, it would've been funny had she.

Now that the other half-elf, Imalessa, had received a new bow, an honest mistake of coming here without it, they had no more reasons holding them back. Aoné wasn't certain about how she felt toward the huntress, she respected her loyalty to the forest however vocal she was about it, and she didn't seem like someone who'd get in her way lest their tempers clash, other than that, she seemed like someone she could hang around given the time. The term "friends" would be taking it a step too far though. 

When it came to the other members of the party, Aoné could say she felt indifferent toward them. Not in any negative way, she just needed more time, although she did especially enjoy Gentle who managed to intrigue her the most, purely by the irony of his name. As far as she knew, minotaurs were an angry race; temperamental and ferocious. But judging by the one beside her, she'd have to look into it more. Perhaps she was wrong. 

As for Brynan...she was something else. Probably would've been fine taking on the task herself if a group wasn't required. Not that Aoné disagreed, just that she would have to keep an eye on her. To make sure she didn't do anything reckless to get the rest of them hurt. 
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Luckily for her, horseback riding had been something she was taught from a young age, along with traveling for long periods of time, Aoné's trip to "Mudshit" or wherever was made a lot easier. Along with the essentials, she had managed to grab some medicines and herbs, as well as her journaling book, that was stashed away in a small satchel she carried on her horse. The rain had never ceased as they journeyed, only making her more irritable as her attempts to keep herself dry proved futile. And though light was fading pretty quickly, her darkvision proved useful as she was still able to see.

Not too soon after, just as the rain had come to a light drizzle, the caravan in front of her slid to a stop in the mud. Both horses had sensed something and were now freaking out, Aoné struggled to take back control. At first the noise came. And then the putrid smell. Looking to the source, still steadily to maintain her grip on the reins she already knew what enemy lay ahead. 

"Trolls! Ready yourselves!"

Damned fucking trolls.

Hopping down and grabbing her satchel, she quickly moved to the rear of the group. Knowing she wouldn't be of any use up front, she prepared for any possible injuries they would suffer.