[center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[color=skyblue]"... Friends? ... Us?"[/color] she echoed, just as amused. The term [i]verbeeg[/i] was vaguely familiar to her, perhaps something she read about 5 or 6 years ago, but [i]giant[/i] she understood quite well, and volunteering her to slay such a thing didn't seem to Kendra like the act of a friend.

That said... she couldn't help but feel that restless stir in her mind. That urge to leave, to keep traveling. She wasn't going to find what she was looking for here, she knew that much. [i]Frag Stumbleduck[/i] hardly seemed like he was going to be the source of answers for her, but then again, she should've learned by now that the way forward was often the last place she looked.

[color=skyblue]"Is there a bounty on this creature, then?"[/color] she asked. There seemed to be opportunity here. She could look after herself, and this tiefling looked like he could too. The halfling she wasn't sure of, given the story about kobolds, but for the right price... Kendra was willing to consider the risk.