Liarra stays at the edge of the clearing, listening to the conversations and the approaching sound of marching. Her instincts tell her to run. To get away. But something is holding her back. [i] How did I get here? And all these other people...the marching sounds....they have to be connected. [/i] Years of living on the streets told her that curiosity could be dangerous, but for once, she put that behind her. Although she made no attempt to interact with the others, she did not yet leave the area. [i] I'll just wait and see what happens here. [/i]