As the two searched around, Allereun said, "Which reminds me, I don't recall ever getting your name, Scribe.”

Oh? Someone interested in her name? How could she do anything but tell? "My name's Lyrisa Kortine. Just call me Lyrisa. That noble-born Leifr doesn't seem to get it through his skull. He's a good guy, sure. . . But not too bright." After a few seconds of though she continued. "And you're a guy right? The others don't seem to know this. Why do you let a certain idiot who is not to be named, call you. . Ahem" She clears her throat preparing to imitate a certain noble, " 'Milady'." It was one motion of speech as she immediately dropped back to her normal speaking voice. "Or something of the sort." 

She looked around the area of the camp they were in. If nothing else it had that feel of desertion. This is probably where they would spend their night. With as little travel as this place seemed to get, they would most likely be safe sleeping there for the night. "If I was called a boy I'd probably try to beat the snot outta' him."