[hider=Disclaimer]I am not entirely aware of how much time has passed, this was merely the easiest way I saw to get our little crew up and running again. If for some reason this does not work, please feel free to PM me.[/hider]

[h1]Cyare Staunton[/h1]

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After finally gathering the remainder of the group, a feat not aided by how difficult locating Rei had been, thew newly created adventuring party discussed what remained to be done over breakfast. The common consensus was that a little more time was necessary in town to prepare, so several strained coin purses coughed up the money for a longer stay in the inn while these preparations went on. A time later, the crew departed early(ish) in the morning to start towards their destination.

Cyare Staunton had most of her possessions in a small bag on her shoulder, while the remainder were physically affixed to her person. Such light armor was quite easy to walk in, nor did the sword on her hip impede movement, but she did get… Bored. The walk was not exactly brief, so she had time to kill.

Mental exercises successfully kept her busy for a time, but those eventually ran dry. She had little to suggest in the way of conversation, nor did she particularly feel like engaging in a long, drawn out talk with her compatriots. Truly, this was a predicament.

So she settled for an inaudible sigh, and a query.

“How long until our destination?”