Lerraina
Location: With the Wagon
Interacting with: Cyneburg, Ntaj, Calanon, and the wagon
Interacting with: Cyneburg, Ntaj, Calanon, and the wagon
Lerraina wasn’t as cultured as she would’ve liked to be, however it wasn’t quite her point to be so, at least not in this situation. Honesty rarely shows through a person, unless they are forced to be outside of their comfort zone, even then it may be hard to see, especially if they’re just that good at lying. She hadn’t meant the greeting to be a pleasant formality, or even an introduction of sorts. And through that greeting alone, she was able to gauge what sort of man this was, what sort of threat he posed, if he had known her or of her, and more importantly, if he had been sent to kill her. And he passed. He would live … for now. He had given her enough information to make that assessment at least. She was just as weary of orc folk as the rest of them had been, even the druid still rubbed her the wrong way. But there was no reason to get uppidy. As he took her hand, she dipped her head with a small smile.
The druid behind her spoke up, their conversation seemed to be in their native tongue. Orcish was a harsh language, one that she hadn’t studied in quite some time, so most of what they were saying was lost in translation. A small grin tugged at her lips, whether it was the satisfaction of her findings, or the realization that her character of Gretchin was made up of several things she didn’t like about the druid, ultimately leaving the two to clash on a daily basis. Regardless, she would leave the woman alone this day, for now anyway. A nod in Calanon’s direction signaled him to stand down, and a light jog caught her up with the others. It was her job to blend in, to make friends, to become trusted and part of their inner circle, if for no other reason than to just have friends, and be part of an inner circle, if either were even worth having.
The caravan had begun moving without them, though they weren’t too far ahead. She retook her spot towards the back of the wagon and slid her bow down her shoulder till it sat comfortably in her hand. Ever at the ready, she would be. The grin melted away, but there was a serene look about her. She had taken a small amount of time to wash away the disheveled girl from the night before. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, her face and hands were clean of any dirt and mud. Still plain as ever, save the pale blue eyes that glinted as the sun rose, but there was something that just seemed right about this picture. As much as she hated the outdoors, it was as much home to her as most other places had been of late. And this morning thus far was enough to keep her content as she braved through the brisk air that carried through their path.