[h3][center][color=ec008c]Ayana[/color][/center][/h3]

Ayana jumped when the wood splintered behind her. The shattering of that crate was easily the loudest noise to grace these plains in some time, and the newcomer's shout, even more so. The kitsune reflexively put her hands up in a defensive stance and took a few steps back. She could defend herself if she had to, but she would rather leave the situation to more able fighters. Her heart raced as the others approached the stranger. She couldn't say why, but she didn't like the look of the tattoos the man was wearing, nor did she like the fact that what they thought was food was actually another person. She glanced over at Esailia and her tension eased a bit. The Mithra was clearly ready to do her job if they had to. Surely all of them could easily take out one crook.