[center][h3][i][color=skyblue]Kendra Serrana[/color][/i][/h3][/center]
[i]Eating terrible stew in a tiny mead hall in the frozen wastes, surrounded by mercenaries and wild men. How did it come to this?[/i]

Kendra swallowed another spoonful of her stew, the flavor still masked and improved by her magic. Jitter seemed strangely intent on dying alone, but Kendra had said her piece, and if he didn't want to see reason, that was on him. These other two seemed to have more level heads, good enough to stick with them. She trusted they wouldn't ask too many questions, so long as she didn't do anything stupid.

[color=skyblue]"More gold for the rest of us,"[/color] she said, shrugging beneath the comfortable weight of her cloak. [color=skyblue]"I'm guessing this Easthaven is more than a ten minute walk away, though. Maybe we take tonight to rest here, and set out at first light tomorrow?"[/color]