DA FUNK . Frostblown merchants, Open

[adventure.]

MARGAET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]pausing in the middle of her pace, eyes gazing after alexi, she would give a low exhale through the nose, corps member rumbling deep from within her throat, "i've grown too used to our icefields. i'll damn near need a cut before i come to warmer lands again", the valkyrie would speak softly as she moved closer to alexi, sword present at her side. it had been a relatively peaceful travel, warmer temperatures turning to heat, her coat too thick to begin shedding so early in the year. gods help them if she did - she didn't want to stay too long in a place that she didn't have much knowledge over. the clouds overhead did nothing to appease her ill-boding feelings, the mercenary's eyes oft darting to the shapes on high playing amongst clouds, their sounds and roars causing dull vibrations to echo through the air and into the ground. too many memories with too many a scaled villain to put her at ease here.

head turning at the sound of another approaching, jaws splitting to lick her own lips, looking over the skull faced individual before them, she would inhale his scent. "greetings. we are merchants of the frostblown, and yes, we are here to trade. we are also here to get a better understanding of our allies - we know only fragments through quick interactions. please forgive us if we have come at a harrowing time.", she would murmur before twisting her head over her shoulder, ears standing up as she heard the heavier sounds of paws coming their way, the familiar hulking shape of the sage greeting her. right - they had wanted to attend this trip, to discuss other things aside from simply trade. "sorry baalal, it's faster for us to move ahead.", she would grin, seeing the half-annoyed expression on the sage's face as they let the load of goods that they carried for the merchants to slide gently to the ground, the zheng coming forward to greet brymstone in turn.

#psychosocial.