Felicity returns from the field of dead orcs, wiping a long, thin dagger off on her torn and tattered cloak before sheating it at her belt. "That was quite a lot of talking, from those soldiers and the wagonmaster. I am guessing we are on our own?" She turns a small circle, taking in the preparations of her companions and the caravan, taking note of the tall human dressed as a Faule soldier but seemingly readying himself with Lindal and Koric for chasing down Orcs in the forest. "Actually, you've all been using a lot of words. I'm not sure what they all meant, but I know what we are to do."
She almost laughs out loud as Koric asks her if she'd rather stay behind.
"Ha! Silly! Of course I am coming with you! You should know I am perfectly at home in the woods, and poor Franky needs me to look after him! Besides, while I might not have found any of the Iron Claw Orcs dead on the field, they might be out there in the forest, waiting for the vengeance of the Green!"
She digs through her pack and adds some small leather pouches to her belt, and then makes sure of the hilt of her scimitar under her cloak and ties her quiver of bolts to her thigh before finally fixing her ponytail, which had come loose in all the excitement.
"Ready!"
She almost laughs out loud as Koric asks her if she'd rather stay behind.
"Ha! Silly! Of course I am coming with you! You should know I am perfectly at home in the woods, and poor Franky needs me to look after him! Besides, while I might not have found any of the Iron Claw Orcs dead on the field, they might be out there in the forest, waiting for the vengeance of the Green!"
She digs through her pack and adds some small leather pouches to her belt, and then makes sure of the hilt of her scimitar under her cloak and ties her quiver of bolts to her thigh before finally fixing her ponytail, which had come loose in all the excitement.
"Ready!"