"Is this it?"

Standing behind Aur was Azelea. A last minute entry to this gang of misfits, she was employed to provide entertainment on the road as well as her skills as a mage. She was dressed modestly right now, wearing a light blue short-sleeve tunic with a brown vest adorned various pockets and pouches on it, and a matching set of trousers. curiously she was barefoot, though the straps on her feet implied that she was wearing some sort of stocking underneath. She hasn't really introduced herself to the group and only Gor Kazach the dwarf knew her name. She figured that as the rest were setting up camp however she could make her proper introduction.

"Don't you need more light if you plan on working so late?"