Meen-La
Location: Orange Road.
Overall, there was little to be said about the founding of their little group for now. Certainly growing pains were to be had as everyone felt each other out, got to know boundaries. Who the ones in charge were to be, or who was a useful idiot, that kind of thing. As they traveled down the Orange Road, her eyes lingered on their supposed leaders. Perhaps like a beast, stalking its prey. Judging if it was worth it for the meal or not. Kiffar wasn't leader material in her opinion. A useful enforcer. Arvindr...he seemed to have a reasonable head at least, but she had to wonder if he truly could handle leadership and the difficult decisions that came with it.
For now though, all she would do is yawn.
And with it, came the distinct feeling of something being amiss.
The lack of wildlife sounds. The feeling of something...wrong, in the back of her mind. In situations like this it was always a good idea to trust ones instincts. And her instincts as far as she cared, had never been wrong...which meant they were likely walking into some sort of trap. A few of the others seemed to have noticed too, but she'd let them take care of it. A simple and straightforward approach was always best for bandits and ambushes.
Their would be attacker would soon reveal themselves. Some old rival of their party leader, it seemed. By her count from what she could see, eight wielding various melee weapons, nine archers, and this Brigit herself that were immediately noticeable. Chance for more? Likely, if this woman was smart. She didn't seem to be, though. She could have engaged with the bandits similar to Kiffar, or stealthily handled them like the other seemed to be, but splitting their forces entirely now was not the best idea.
"Sweet Hist Sap, Arnvidr. You should have told us you had a secret admirer." Meen-La chuckled, hefting her warhammer and resting it on her shoulder. If nothing else she could support their leader, for now. Watch his back for now. "You should listen, woman. You are clearly not built for this kind of thing. You can't even tell when half your pathetic excuses for bandits are already Haj Mota feed." A lie, but words were very good at causing one to second guess themselves or make mistakes.
She really wanted to just kill this woman outright, though, but she'd stay her hand until given the order too.
Location: Orange Road.
Overall, there was little to be said about the founding of their little group for now. Certainly growing pains were to be had as everyone felt each other out, got to know boundaries. Who the ones in charge were to be, or who was a useful idiot, that kind of thing. As they traveled down the Orange Road, her eyes lingered on their supposed leaders. Perhaps like a beast, stalking its prey. Judging if it was worth it for the meal or not. Kiffar wasn't leader material in her opinion. A useful enforcer. Arvindr...he seemed to have a reasonable head at least, but she had to wonder if he truly could handle leadership and the difficult decisions that came with it.
For now though, all she would do is yawn.
And with it, came the distinct feeling of something being amiss.
The lack of wildlife sounds. The feeling of something...wrong, in the back of her mind. In situations like this it was always a good idea to trust ones instincts. And her instincts as far as she cared, had never been wrong...which meant they were likely walking into some sort of trap. A few of the others seemed to have noticed too, but she'd let them take care of it. A simple and straightforward approach was always best for bandits and ambushes.
Their would be attacker would soon reveal themselves. Some old rival of their party leader, it seemed. By her count from what she could see, eight wielding various melee weapons, nine archers, and this Brigit herself that were immediately noticeable. Chance for more? Likely, if this woman was smart. She didn't seem to be, though. She could have engaged with the bandits similar to Kiffar, or stealthily handled them like the other seemed to be, but splitting their forces entirely now was not the best idea.
"Sweet Hist Sap, Arnvidr. You should have told us you had a secret admirer." Meen-La chuckled, hefting her warhammer and resting it on her shoulder. If nothing else she could support their leader, for now. Watch his back for now. "You should listen, woman. You are clearly not built for this kind of thing. You can't even tell when half your pathetic excuses for bandits are already Haj Mota feed." A lie, but words were very good at causing one to second guess themselves or make mistakes.
She really wanted to just kill this woman outright, though, but she'd stay her hand until given the order too.