Alanna had seemingly dug herself a grave by the unlit fire pit. If she didn’t move soon, she would surely seal her fate. Her legs were starting to cramp and her back was becoming so numb it nearly felt like it was a part of the tree trunk it had been leaning on. True, while the dwarf’s song was quite entertaining, it had attracted the attention of several colorful characters. Seats became occupied, eyes lingered to those in the encampment … with the exception of her, oddly enough. Alanna was a clear spectacle of a pirate, and yet the lives of everyone else seemed so much more interesting. She wasn’t upset by any means. The very reason she remained quiet and still was to blend in, to observe without being bothered, she just didn’t think it would work so well.
The dwarves clearly earned her favor. If they could fight as well as they could entertain and rally, there was no going wrong with this pair. Her eyes wandered over the newcomers, some taking part in trade, others in conversation. A curious dagger caught her eyes, it’s owner seemed skilled enough by his garb. Her gaze trickled over his attire, lingering on his side sword a moment before moving to the next pair to approach. She narrowed on the Skayleigh and a set of blue eyes. Whatever emotions they stirred, her own lowered in thought. She had come into contact with many from the Kaelic Islands over the years, some of her highest paid jobs came from the shores she once called home. However to see them this far out... As much could be said about her without knowing of her story. Though upon noticing the insignia worn by one, she rolled her eyes and turned her attention elsewhere.
Lost in her own thought, until …
What business would the Knight have with the Darkslayers? She wouldn’t deny it, his story was one she was interested in learning. To Alanna, he had the look of one who had plunged into darkness and managed to come out alive. And whilst the same could be said for many within the encampment, there was just something about him. Enough to move her from the pit of dirt she seemed stuck in. There was enough idle chatter among the group and so she rose to her feet. They had hardly noticed her her before, so she doubted anyone would notice her leave.
She just needed to get close enough for her elven hearing to pick up their conversation. Minding her surroundings, she continued to blend in, hoping that ‘close enough’ wouldn’t get her killed. Their conversation was exactly what she were hoping for; talks of dangers beyond the trail. Blood of a fey witch would fetch quite a price, not to mention the rumors of power that surrounded it. A challenging kill and an even harder find.
She waited a bit after their conversation had concluded. Gazing once more over the travelers huddled within the cairn, there were several she could pick out that may fare well on such a venture.
There was a sense of purpose to her step this time around. Her heels crunched on the gravel beneath her feet, announcing her presence. The smirk of a sly pirate stretched from ear to ear as she reached the Knight. “In need of travel companions, are you?”