Reed had been riding in the fray for some time, eyes wandering around the others.
The snow was worrying her. She had not packed for the snow. Reed noticed that her horse's bridle was crooked. Leaning foward, Reed adjusted it and repostioned herself on the saddle.
"Uh... I´m Eorlyn, who are you?"
Reed looked up at the speaker. It was a young girl not unlike herself. She seemed to be of the friendly sort.
"Reed, Member of the Black Rose and trying to stay warm in this nice chill!"
She said, wrapping her black cloak more around her.
Eorlyn seemed to be a few years her junior, by how much though she couldn't quite say. She seemed to be ready for just about anything, sword, arrows, Reed just wondered if she was carrying a scimatar with her as well.
"How about yourself? What brought you out to face the wilds of winter?"
__________________
~~Your finger hired the crew?
~No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew, Mr. Bimbol.
|