Two days had passed since Jaina had found herself amongst a group of strangers who didn't really seem to have much in common with the others. From the way they interacted with one another, she didn't think they were comrades in arms, at least not by choice. Fate had probably forced them together, just as it had forced her to find her way to their camp after chaos struck in the form of a flaming ball from the skies. She didn't know what it was, but it had destroyed most of the camp she had been held captive in. Perhaps she should thank it? She had been able to escape, and she doubted anyone would now care that she had a mark on her head. Figuratively speaking, of course- the tattoo was there to stay.

She stood by herself at the back of the group, arms crossed loosely over her chest as she looked at the walls before them. [i]Varone, the Diamond of the Blood Coast,[/i] her mind echoed. She hadn't been here before, but if this was where the group she had joined was heading, then she would stay. There was safety in numbers, something she grew up to learn in her ragtag mercenary family. From the looks of them, she figured these people knew how to take care of themselves. There were those who may have thought that perhaps the females in the group might be weaker or less prone to survival, but Jaina herself was proof that wasn't true. She was curious if it was the same for the one called Emmaline, or the small burrowfolk Migi. 

The dwarf named Faeril seemed to have the look of someone who not only survived but thrived, and she was willing to bet it was the same for the tall one, the one they called Lorcan. Size did matter... sometimes, and this man had a lot of it to him. Jaina was quite sure if she stood next to him, her neck would hurt just from having to look up and talk. 

Well, if she was being quite honest with herself, aside from the dwarf and the borrowfolks, she was probably going to have to do a lot of looking up- even the half elf was taller than her. She rubbed the back of her neck for a moment, then paused, pulling off the small choker and amulet she had on- a memento from a life before she became a runaway. Sentimental drivel, but she didn't wish to lose it... yet. Stuffing it in her pocket, she took a small step forward. A dark eyebrow rose for a fraction when she heard what the male Burrowfolk had to say. 

"To be fair," she commented, voice quiet as per her usual habit, "I feel after the last couple of days we should be happy to find a city at all." She raised a shoulder in the smallest of shrugs before following after the others as well, entering the city.