[center][color=c4df9b][h3]Maritza Verenna[/h3][/color][/center]
	Slowly making her way to the head to the column, the naga paused to catch her breath and survey the land before them. For this assignment she'd chosen to take her longbow and newly acquired axe, her quarterstaff remaining behind. In light of her service at the incident in the catacombs, Mari had been able to keep the armored gauntlets she'd borrowed from the royal armory; either that or their absence had gone unnoticed. For the former nomad, the difference was irrelevant. 

	Still too far out to clearly identify anything, Maritza grimaced behind her helm. [color=c4df9b]"We're not close enough to tell what happened. If there has been a hostile takeover, storming the gates is going to be pain, even with the help of Lady Radistirin or a mage... Captain, permission to scout ahead? If I take to the tall grass, I ought to be able to slip close undetected."[/color] She finished with an irritated tone, clearly ill at ease with their lack of information.