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Aila
North of the Falwood
Aila quietly trudged along her compatriots on the dirt road.
To their right lay the Falwood, to their left was the ever expansive grasslands of the Savannah. She made almost no noise as they walked along, and oddly enough her hood lay down across her shoulders. Every now and again she glanced towards the right, her eyes lingering on the trees there in an odd gaze that she herself couldn't have identified.
Her lips thinned, but she said nothing.
It had been four days now since they had slaughtered the Baron of Nellit and left his wife the trophy of his head. Aila did not truly understand why they killed the man, but then again she'd always been told that she didn't need to know. Still, in the back of her mind she felt slightly bad for the now Widow Baroness. The woman's face had been abject terror when Aila had made her threat.
It couldn't have been helped of course, but...she hadn't really wanted to say it. Her hand reached up and she rubbed her eye, frowning as she noticed a fleck of blood still on her thumb.
Her head shook, and she quietly wiped it away with the fringes of her robe. "Can we make camp?"
She asked the others quietly, noting the sun was close to the Horizon.
Aila quietly trudged along her compatriots on the dirt road.
To their right lay the Falwood, to their left was the ever expansive grasslands of the Savannah. She made almost no noise as they walked along, and oddly enough her hood lay down across her shoulders. Every now and again she glanced towards the right, her eyes lingering on the trees there in an odd gaze that she herself couldn't have identified.
Her lips thinned, but she said nothing.
It had been four days now since they had slaughtered the Baron of Nellit and left his wife the trophy of his head. Aila did not truly understand why they killed the man, but then again she'd always been told that she didn't need to know. Still, in the back of her mind she felt slightly bad for the now Widow Baroness. The woman's face had been abject terror when Aila had made her threat.
It couldn't have been helped of course, but...she hadn't really wanted to say it. Her hand reached up and she rubbed her eye, frowning as she noticed a fleck of blood still on her thumb.
Her head shook, and she quietly wiped it away with the fringes of her robe. "Can we make camp?"
She asked the others quietly, noting the sun was close to the Horizon.