[color=9B111E][center][h1]Ruby[/h1][/center][/color]
Ruby had been busy questioning if the plague had affected this strange man's brain and if he thought they would all be friends when she was suddenly distracted by the wild yelling and laughter. 

Turning to look at the madman, her frown was quickly changed as her eyebrows shot up at the sight before her. Taking a hesitant step backward as the man flared up on fire and began to draw his sword, she seemed to be thinking of running, but then, the next second, she stopped herself. Instead, she just stared wide-eyed at the little beings that burst into life in front of her eyes. The little giggles and dancing around made her mesmerized in confusion and wonder as she crouched down to get a better look at the one on the ground. 

She was still gaping at the little sprite as the pyromancer announced that he not only knew the path but also maybe where some treasure was hidden. Instead, the flames of the little beings swayed in her wide, bright eyes, only finally looking away when she heard the sizeable booming voice of an ogre nearby.

Shaking her head, she turned to look at the other two large women. Watching them not only trust this madman's word but also agree to follow him made her question what the hell they were doing. Though, the more she thought about it... this whole thing was a madman's quest, so why the fuck not just follow the crazed pyromaniac? It made as much sense as any of the rest of this did.

She ignored all takes about reavers, already knowing her preference to avoid them at any cost. She was hardly going to be useful at a fight with a giant hoard. I mean what was she going to do, give them all headaches?

Standing back up, she shrugged and started to follow the small group. Though if to be honest, she was more following the little fire sprite than anything else. Though the next topic that was brought up made her stop in her walk for a second, as she groaned in misery. Not this shit again.

Why did they always have to share names?! Or more importantly, how the hell was she supposed to share hers without talking? ... It just seemed like another of those hopeless situations where she was going to end up getting a stupid nickname she hated.

Yet, as the group kept walking, she followed suit quietly behind. No matter what stupid names they could come up with, it was better than being lost in the wilderness by herself or ... worse. She was sure whatever the Warden had planned would be worse.

Silently walking behind the group, almost hiding in the shadows of the larger women, she listened to the chatter half paying attention. Her hand fiddled at her side at the small pocket hidden in her dress. Though as the sing-song introduction pooled back towards her, she looked up at the fiery man that was leading them to who knows where in utter disbelief before bursting out into blustery laughter. This guy was a true lunatic and she couldn't help but find it strangely hilarious in this less than delightful situation.