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[Wout Broere]

Unali in Marentian to the new girl:
"Morning. I am Unali. "

She wil pause to see if the others introduce themselves as well. After 
that she starts a conversation with the girl.

"Who might you be that you have ended up in this wild lands all by 
yourself. By your speech I would have placed you a long journey to the 
south and not in these cold lands."

"Watch out or you might impress these boys with your skills. But given 
how dangerous these lands can be, I would be more interested to know if 
you can hadle that fancy bow of yours equally well."


On 03-11-16 03:09, d kerr wrote:
> Maelorna gratefully feels the tree through her back, as she tries to
> shake the shock of fear out of her mind. It's hard to miss the large man
> looming over, threatening or curious, she has little to go on, her grip
> tightens on the hilt of the dagger, as she tilts her head to the side,
> one eye hidden behind her bangs, her eyes show a range of emotions, from
> calculation to hesitation.
>
> "Sister?" she asks incredulously, in Marentian, as she flicks her gaze
> about to quickly try and see all who have arrived, lingering however on
> the on the large man spoke to. Her eyes narrow as she spots the whip, as
> unbidden thoughts of such punishment come to mind and she quells it as
> best she can. "Di, did Gniled hire you?" she asks hesitantly in
> Marentian, trying to hide the dread in her voice. If this were just a
> single hunter, she might take her chances with a quick fight, but if
> Gniled hired all of these, she knew flight wasn't even possible as she
> was certain with this many, she couldn't outrun them.
>
>
> She could feel the scrutiny from those getting closer, but the one who
> first startled her was glaring at her, 'Did she know either the captain
> or his crew?' she tried to ignore the voice in her head. Maelorna chose
> to err on the side of caution and lowered her gaze demurely. She fights
> the urge to jump as one of them kneels down in front of her, obviously
> ignoring the dagger in her hands, which either he considered her little
> to no threat at all or didn't mean to harm her. She self-consciously
> tries to pull the cloth of her winter cloak closer together, if only to
> hide her collar, but fears they already spotted it, considering the
> glare she was getting from the one female.
>
>
> 'Come on Mae, if they find them, you have to explain, think of something
> quick, even if you can't remember what happend' she ignores the voice
> for now and immediately spots when the dwarf picks up her pack. She
> scrambles to stand up, grateful for the tree helping her to maintain her
> balance, glaring for a moment as her ruck sack is picked up, but more
> alarmingly her crossbow!
>
>
> With a well practiced tone, she calls over to the dwarf and gives a warm
> inviting smile, "I can promise you, I have no monies or valuables in my
> pack, just the tools of my." as she hesitates, loathe to call Gniled
> anything, "owner, allowed." she looks at the dwarf, hoping her eyes
> don't reflect the worry she felt as if they chose to rob her, she would
> have little recourse  "As for the crossbow, it was a gift, from a patron
> that found my talents much to his liking" she smiles wistfully and puts
> her hand up to her lips.  The shout nearby stops her as she turns to look.
>
>
>
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