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[color=lightgray][indent][indent]The others had made good points. Ludith was just as familiar with villagers' tendency to let their mouths run, in truth. Wouldn't be a good huntress without the ability to put together a cohesive narrative, what a beast looked like, who it tore apart, how and when. The cacophony of sensations had made her assume that information would've been hard to acquire, and she had already begun internally chastising herself for having made a lapse in judgement. A lapse in judgement that could have spiralled into a grave mistake, one that could have led her to her doom had this been an excursion. 

[color=#E39E98]"A more traditional way of running things,"[/color] she uttered to no one in particular, once again shaking off encroaching thoughts.  Despite her initial hesitation at cooperating with others, she found herself greatly benefiting from their words. She aimed a nod at Dular. [color=#E39E98]"With places like this, people stick together more, talk more."[/color]  

Her gauntlets traced the sheath of her blade in a single movement. It was good to feel its weight, know it was there. The cuirass, too, had a satisfying way of digging itself into the sides of her chest. [color=#E39E98]"The tavern is a good place to start then. A tongue wet with alcohol can be wrung for truth."[/color][/indent][/indent][/color]