Location: The storehouse, by the wagon
Interacting with: Life ... and Keystone,
@Sigil
Her sleep was a bit more restful than she imagined it would be. Perhaps it was the crowd of misfits whom she had smuggled her way into. Maybe there truly was power in numbers. Power for what, she couldn’t exactly say. But once everyone was awake, she knew what would be on their minds.
Do I stay, or make my journey on my own?. It wasn’t as if she was headed anywhere in particular. She couldn’t be bothered with planning that far ahead, just as long as it got her far from where she’d come from, as long as they had food to fill her belly, and pleasures to keep her mind preoccupied. She wasn’t quite proud of that last part, and thinking on the members of the new party, they wouldn’t be either …
”Enough about them … why should I care what they think” It was the cowards way out, and she knew it. But to face her own demons, seemed only to be a waste of time, especially when there was breakfast to be had.
She had made her round once around the encampment quite early in the day. No orcs, no hunters or poachers, no guardsmen or assassins from her past. She wasn’t quite sure what would be left of ‘breakfast’ by the time she returned, so had managed to pick some fresh berries and nuts while on patrol. It was a quick enough snack, but also, her hunger pains only caused distraction, and made it hard to focus on any larger game.
Several others of the group started to wake, the storehouse bustling with the noise of others as they moved around, engaging each other while preparing to leave. Her face contorted, and she bit her lower lip as harsh memories flooded her mind. It had been so long since she was ever a part of something, their chatter was a bit unnerving. It would be something she would have to get used to if she were to stay with them.
Her thoughts smashed into bitter pieces as a foreign sound trumpeted not far from the store front. The smell gave its nature away fairly quickly after and she couldn’t help but chortle. What on earth could make a noise like that? Who in this realm could create a stench that bad? Living anyway.
She made her way over to whatever food had been left over from the night before, scooped it into a small bowl and headed back over to the wagon. Greeted by a friendly face, she couldn’t help but chuckle. It occurred to her she knew so little about her new friends, any one of them could’ve left such a foul smelling parting gift. But for some reason, her suspicions rested with Keystone. Perhaps it was the look about him, the rough around the edges, the disregard for the opinions of others, whichever it was, it was endearing, in a strange way.
"Ey there, Gretchin. Needin' an assist? You're lookin' a might shaky this mornin'. Mayhap you ought grab some breakfast while it's still un-ate, eh? Bit left by the hearth."”Thank you. I intend to do as much.”, she raised her bowl to him and dipped her head.
”And how is your morning thus far? Satisfying?”, she chuckled softly