Character: Andrea Ashmourn
Status: So close to a bed. Yet so far.

Andrea eyed the noble for a moment, inspecting his tone, posture, and the way he addressed the happy wanderer. It was clear to her that this noble was somewhat different and currently dealt with a similar situation she faced before. Andrea’s ruby eyes focused on the walls for a moment, longer seeing the stone that joined hands with the frost. The guards that believed themselves to be wolves, loyal to the one that rules over them. Yet it seems they haven’t rid themselves of the monsters that howl at their walls if they are relying on the trust of desperate travelers to fight for the idea of ‘home’.

A little sigh passed through her lips, as the noble was forgiving in his own pompous way. Andria gave one glance towards Bromann with a careful watch. How many times had he gotten away with addressing nobles as such? It was something honest and admirable if you wanted to see chains around your wrist, yet it was something to be admired in his own foolish way. Andrea shudders softly, keeping her cloak as she nods her head to the noble. [color=ec008c]“Thank you for your kindness, your lordship.”[/color] Andrea offered a small bow, before turning away with her jaw clenched tightly. Be it from cold or bowing, who could say for sure?

Yet, her eyes immediately widened with curiosity as her ear twitched again at the mention of ice forming and glanced towards the weary faces turn away from the mention of the ice forming. That was their own monster that they faced. As she watched carefully, she heard the bell rings from the distance, never a good sign and even the omen birds fluttered from the safety of the trees from something approaching. A small hint of green shimmered in her eyes for just a moment. Her hands rested on her grimoire as whisper became louder in her mind. [color=39b54a]“That is what we came for Andrea.”[/color] The voice echoed, slithering deeper into her mind before the glimmer faded away as she snapped out of her trance as the happy wanderer made his quick assessments and shouted his claim for the beds.

[color=ec008c]“That tired, are we?”[/color] Andrea questioned with a slight eyebrow raised, yet it was all in good jest. At least that is what she hoped it came off as. However, as the silence passed, she locked eyes with Bromann, clearly sizing everyone up in an interesting way. Even for a moment she shook her head softly. [color=ec008c]“Careful, I don’t want to be responsible for any funny ideas that reside in your mind Nhen.”[/color] Andria eyed him with a guarded look. Yet, he did have the right idea. No one was stabbed during the wagon trip, that normally meant a good sign even for strangers. Though if they would be working together for a short time well, stabbing and trusting for a little while won’t be enough. 

[color=ec008c]“Well, I agree with him. Fire would be my little version of the heavens.”[/color] Andrea fantasizes a warm fire calling out her name as for once there would be something solid that didn’t move. It would be a nice little respite and offer some time to make some hot stones.