Amarysah nodded appreciatively at Cormag as he lowered his weapon, glad that mutual understanding was clear. She crossed her arms as she followed him under the tent. 

[b]”Thank you for sharing the tent and your fire. Autumn nights on the Plains can get rather cold if one isn’t prepared,”[/b] Mari said as a woman clearly from the Regnad Region rode up to the tent on a horse with a…Peacoj Gryphon? The owl hooted at the larger bird-like creature in a manner that seemed familiar.

[b]”Greetings, I agree that the silence is rather off putting. I had attempted to see over the city wall but the tree isn’t quite close enough, and with the main gate barred from the outside, I’d say we stay clear of going that way. There had to be a reason as to why the Imperial army closed Somerset in,”[/b] she spoke  her peace on the entrance of the city. The white haired Elven blinked her eyes. [b]”Apologies, my name is Amaryah. If we’re all trying to get into the city, we might as well be acquainted.”[/b]

As more and more people came to gather outside of Somerset’s walls, the night began to change in atmosphere. Instead of clear skies and stars, a dreary fog-filled sky settled over the area. One could even swear that the land itself was sick. Soon the party congregated one by one underneath the tattered canvas, the fire Cormag started seemingly keeping soulless shadows at bay.

Amarysah raised her eyebrows in disbelief as the drunk nobleman from Volenstul stumbled into camp and fallen before her. She shook her head as he mumbled in an intoxicated manner that she was some sort of angel. Mari made sure this idiot couldn’t follow her, and yet, here he was. 

[b]”How you managed to make it out here, fool, I don’t know. Sheer luck seems to be in your favor lately,”[/b] Amarysah quipped before looking back at the others. [b]”I have no clue who this man is. I just quite frankly, stumbled upon him in Volenstul.”[/b]