Ullara Halx, female human druid with dog companion Bran
Ullara had changed into her good outfit for their audience. Granted her "good" outfit consisted of the one travel outfit that wasn't stained, but at least it was neat and clean, if not dyed and embroidered and crafted of some fancy fabric like some she'd seen in the cities. Out of deference for the Baron, she'd left her darts and sickle behind, carrying only her staff and a dagger. Bran remained at her side, "dressed up" in a new collar, his hide brushed free from dirt.
She glances up at her companions, then over at the bell rope, and goes and gives it a tug. The letter they had would not get any closer to delivery with them dithering in the street.
Ullara had changed into her good outfit for their audience. Granted her "good" outfit consisted of the one travel outfit that wasn't stained, but at least it was neat and clean, if not dyed and embroidered and crafted of some fancy fabric like some she'd seen in the cities. Out of deference for the Baron, she'd left her darts and sickle behind, carrying only her staff and a dagger. Bran remained at her side, "dressed up" in a new collar, his hide brushed free from dirt.
She glances up at her companions, then over at the bell rope, and goes and gives it a tug. The letter they had would not get any closer to delivery with them dithering in the street.