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What a curious crew indeed.

Eila had expected to encounter a variety of people, but she was a little [i]too[/i] fascinated by the others. They looked as organized as Ermes--which is to say not very--and they had this wariness about them. She could sympathize with having a need to keep up their guard, but surely they didn't believe her to be a threat? Perhaps she should take that as some sort of compliment as she would rather be seen as something to be wary of instead of being seen as a target. And to think, Mother said she should expect people to see her as weak! Her ego did inflate just a touch at the thought.

That said, Ermes was thoroughly confused about what was rude and what wasn't. The poor thing clearly lacked in manner and etiquette. Nonetheless, Eila was a light of guidance first and a warrior second as she would make sure to correct this behavior in the future. A litte push in the right direction would do wonders for all that energy he carried. The others trailing behind the one warrior seemed rather shy. Poor things, she wondered if they simply followed the strongest voice. No matter, they were all children of the Goddess and deserved to be treated as such.

The Bounty House was rustic and charming in its own way. The guard that had been mentioned was fast asleep. How curious. If he was a guard, was it not best that he be alert? Well, she supposed that was no trouble for them.

[color=palegreen]"I believe this is...Jenson,"[/color] She noted out loud to the group. [color=palegreen]"Shall we carry on without disturbing him?"[/color][/indent][hr][hr]