[h3][color=firebrick]Bullet[/color] and [color=silver]Zhulie Pesta[/color][/h3]
[right][color=silver]The Tribunal[/color] | Silverbranch Glade
[color=silver][i]Interacting with[/i][/color]: Regan Hadou [@CitrusArms][/right][hr]This stranger was rather perceptive. That, or Bullet just wasn’t very good at hiding. His shoulders slumped when he realised it was probably the latter. Standing up from his lackluster hiding spot, Bullet moved to stand beside Zhulie whilst trying to ignore the pain in his side. The last thing he wanted was this stranger to take advantage of his weakened state. Though from all accounts, she didn’t seem threatening.
“[color=firebrick]We didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Just a little suspicious of visitors, is all.[/color]” He shrugged, taking note of any weapons on her person. Zhulie was much less skeptical, bounding forward to get a better look at the stranger; who had since introduced herself as Regan.

“[color=silver]You really don’t know where you are?[/color]” Zhulie giggled, clapping her hands together with gleeful delight. “[color=silver]This glade is home to our guild, Wolven Pyre. Oh and these ruins are the Tribunal! See, our guild was once a Witches Coven and-[/color]” Zhulie’s history lecture was cut short by an abrupt hand clasped over her mouth. Bullet pulled her back to his side and shot a nasty glare her way.
[i][color=firebrick]Don’t run your mouth to strangers so easily[/color][/i]. Just because she didn’t give off any odd vibes didn’t mean she was trustworthy. Clearing his throat, he turned back to Regan and folded his arms across his chest.
“[color=firebrick]You aren’t trespassing, but there are people who inhabit these woods.[/color]” He lifted his chin to gesture towards a single lantern leading to a forest trail. “[color=firebrick]If you follow the lamps you’ll be able to make your way through the woods without hassle.[/color]” With that, he had resigned himself to the conversation being over and began to turn away from Regan. His companion had other plans in mind.

“[color=silver]You can’t just send her on her way![/color]” She objected, skipping back beside Regan and locking her arm in hers. “[color=silver]You must come visit our guild! We can replenish your supplies while you rest and eat. It’s not safe to travel without taking a break, you know?[/color]”
Bullet was stopped dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to see Zhulie practically escorting the woman. How could she be so naïve?
“[color=firebrick]Do you really think it’s a good idea to be inviting strangers to your home, kid?[/color]”
“[color=silver]My name’s Zhulie, by the way.[/color]” She had completely ignored Bullet. “[color=silver]Grumpy pants over there is Bullet. Don’t worry, we aren’t all sourpusses like him.[/color]” She glared at her older friend. Contrary to Bullet's standoffish nature, Wolven Pyre wasn't the kind of place that would just turn away visitors.