[h3][color=lightblue]TEAM RUTABAGA[/color][/h3]
Meryn was leaning against the city wall, a bit away from the others, as they waited for Spook. She glanced around at the various faces. She recognized almost everyone, though she could only remember the names of a handful. This was who she was traveling with, then. Meryn eyed the few weapons dotting the crowd, and shifted her bag on her shoulder. Her few meager belongings were stowed within the worn, dirty cloth, a small knife hidden in her boot. Most of her money had been given to a few of the street kids the previous night, though she had enough to get by for a while still. Would she need much more? Some of the people around her seemed to think so. The only sign of her nerves was the silent rhythm her fingers tapped against her leg.

Then Spook finally showed up and gave them their assignments. It was rather anticlimactic, really. Meryn had no idea what a rutabaga was. Based on the other group names it was probably a vegetable of some sort…? Whatever it was, it sounded exotic. Or poisonous. 

With a quiet sigh, she pushed off from the wall and made her way over to her group members. Best get acquainted, she supposed. She'd just arrived when the artist, Telio, started talking to the noble girl. What was her name again? Honestly, all the nobles sort of blurred together for her, and most of them thought to highly of themselves to hire the mute street rat to do their deliveries. Meryn was perfectly fine with that. Her eyes slid over to the other girl in the group, the baker. She couldn't seem to grasp her name either, but the corner of her mouth quirked up when she remembered the smells from the girl's shop.

Meryn's thoughts were suddenly cut off though, when a sudden downpour dropped onto her, soaking her through.

[i]"What? Some water never hurt anyone."[/i]

And there went any motivation she had to get to know her group members. The picture of serenity, Meryn took off her bag and dropped it to the ground. Grabbing the back of her collar, she yanked her sopping jacket over her head, her dark braid tumbling down to her waist. With the way her loose jacket and hood hid her features, some who didn't know her might've been surprised at this point to discover she wasn't a boy.

Meryn casually grabbed two ends of her jacket, and began twirling it around until it formed a tight chord. Then with out warning, she let go with one hand and used the other to give her jacket a vicious snap in the militiaman's face. With that, she swung her jacket over one shoulder, and then picked up her bag and dropped it on the other. Meryn turned on her heel and took her first steps outside of the wall, grabbing a cage without slowing. 

Excitement thrummed under her annoyance and she sped up after Spook. She slowed when she was a step behind him and a bit to the side. Meryn didn't bother to hide the way she looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, a question on her face.
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