[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#9370DB][b]☀️ Nancy Parker ☀️[/b][/color][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/fbjDf03P/811f468296e2c205d4b5d19d5d6c0b9ff7745b0e-00.gif[/img][hr][b][color=#9370DB]Location:[/color][/b] Mount Rushmore, South Dakota
[b][color=#9370DB]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Nancy got into the truck without much hesitation, putting her pack into the bed just as Mads had. She took one of the outer seats, as the middle seat made her feel confined and cornered - a small vestige of her trauma that "blessed" her with its appearance. But she could manage it. It was relatively small as her triggers went. The man seemed pretty friendly, and he was part of the Legion, so Nancy wasn't concerned about him. 

	Plus, he was driving them for free - she had noted how he had passed up on the gold Mads had offered. [color=#9370DB]"Yeah, we killed a dragon. No big deal,"[/color] Nancy humble bragged. [color=#9370DB]"If you're taking us to the airport and don't mind trading gold for cash, so we can buy tickets, that'd be rad."[/color] Otherwise they'd need to make another stop before getting there. She somehow doubted whatever restaurant they were at would trade cash for gold. [color=#9370DB]"What cohort were you in - and what's your name?"[/color]