Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**

The sun fell low on Taemaran lands. Their travel took them through plains few bothered to lay claim on. In the distance crop fields and stream fliwed across the undulated ground, basking in sunsets red glow. Mislav and his travel companions found an untended grove by the side of the road. Certainly they were not the first to here lay, caravans and travellers do cross here regularly. But right now they were alone. Now that everyone gathered Amaryllis could now see the other servant of Mislav. Introduced to her as Butigan, he was a middle aged man with a tan complexion and dark grey hair. To Amaryllis it would appear he too is wary of her, but not outwardly hostile. It would seem that his master's word is proof enough of her not being a danger. 
While the thres guys unpack the animals and gather firewood Amaryllis is given the task of herding the cows to the nearest grass for them to rest and eat.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

Amaryllis fell into an easy rhythm alongside Mislav, Kolec, and Butigan, despite Kolec and Butigan's wariness of her. She didn't talk much as they worked, save for the occasional holler at an unruly cow to get it back in line, but she was content to have work to do that was familiar. It was comforting, in a way, to be back working with animals, and her experience as a herder showed in her work. As she had suspected, herding cattle wasn't all that much different from herding sheep, so she fell into the rhythm of things rather quickly. 

She accepted the task of herding the cows quickly and found a clearing in the grove that made almost a full circle, turning into a sort of makeshift paddock for the animals. The glass was lush and refreshing here, though of course the shadows loomed longer with trees surrounding the little meadow. There was plenty of grass for the animals to feast upon, and as the cattle had already filled themselves at the nearby stream, she had little doubt that they would soon settle down for the night. With the last of the cattle in the clearing, Amaryllis settled herself against a tree at the entrance, delegating herself to take the first watch over the herd.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside, camp**

Mislav and his servants took note of her as she worked. 
"Mayhaps she is not wholly a liar, she knows her way with animals, bit rusty with cows but can do." Kolec commented to Mislav as the two watched her.
Mislav nodded and stroked his beard some "I told you we'd find her useful one way or another.
"Aye that's all well and fine" Kolec added, fixing his belt "I'd prefer we do not travel with a complete stranger. One never knows my lord."
Mislav pauses his breath some in calm thought before giving a nod "I'll see to it."
That night as she took first watch butigan approached her. He had a tarnished white shirt and a light blue waistcoat. A saber hung on a scabbard off his belt and a hunters bow in hand. He steps towards her and nods at the fire "Lord Kerempuh would like a word with you."
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside, camp

Amaryllis glanced up at Butigan as he approached, and nodded in response when he said that Lord Kerempuh wanted to speak with her. She rose without a word to him and made her way back to the campfire, though she was quite nervous and it showed in her movements, which were almost twitchy, like that of a frightened rabbit. She hadn't done anything wrong that she knew of, but there was always that chance. 

She swallowed hard as she stepped into the glow of the firelight and approached Mislav, then said in as confident a voice as she could manage, "You wanted to speak to me, m'Lord?" She did her best to calm her nerves, taking deep calming breaths. The most important thing was to not appear visibly nervous, for she knew that they would trust her less if they picked up on it too much. It didn't help her nerves, however, that all three men seemed to be heavily armed. Of course, you sometimes needed weapons to defend your herds from wild animals and the like, but these men seemed to be armed a bit too heavily for just that.
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside, camp**

After she left Butigan took her place as watch. Leaning against the same tree she did, putting his bow down.

By tge fire sat Mislav and Kolec, their horses a few paces behind them picking on shrubs. Mislav glanced up at her approach. He could tell her movements were a bit nervous. Kolec would perhaps raise suspicion but Mislav remained affable, giving a polite smile and pointing to ground next to him "Here, rest and eat."
He offered her an open bag with a slice of bread and some dry meat.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside, camp

Amary relaxed when Mislav gestured to the ground beside him and offered her some food. She accepted the bag and sat down, sitting cross-legged, facing the fire as she said with a little smile, "Thank you, sir." She settled in then, looking quite comfortable and relaxed alongside of the fire. This had been the past 20 years of her life, really: herding sheep and spending many nights alongside a campfire just like this one.

With that, she dug in to the meal, scarfing down the sandwich with the vigor of someone that hadn't eaten in several days. It was a welcome meal, though she found herself wishing that there was more. She was starving! She tried to remember her manners though, so she didn't look completely ravenous... Sort of. Needless to say, it didn't take her long to finish her meal at all, and when she had, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before asking, "What did you want to speak to me about, sir?"
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside, camp**

Indeed her eating habbits left an impression upon Mislav. He could recogse omeone whos not eaten in a long time. He empathised with her. As such he offered her some more dry meat "Fret not, we've hard tacks and dry meat to last us there and back with plenty to spare."

He relaxes some by the fire, leaning against a travelsack. He politely waits for her to finish before answering her question "As it happens to be, I've agreed to take you to Northwind but... As you might understand, I am not willing to travel with a stranger." He explains in a calm demanor, attempting to chat her up.
"So I'd prefer we get to know you, who you are, where you are from, why do you travel..." He fades out, letting Amaryllis to speak up.
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside, camp

She smiled a little more warmly when he assured her that there was more than enough food and offered her more, which she eagerly accepted. She ate somewhat more slowly this time, assured by the fact that there would be enough for her to eat here. She also didn't want to make herself sick by eating too quickly, so she took her time and finished eating.

When he explained that he simply wanted to get to know her, she relaxed even more, her initial nervousness wearing off and allowing her to act a bit more naturally. There was a little pause as she took a drink of water, then she began her story.

"As I said, my name's Magdalina." No point in turning back on that lie now! That would only make them trust her less. "I grew up in Northwind and had a flock in the hills just outside of Iron Gate up until about 4 years ago. The wolfmen attacked and I lost my flock, so I set out with some travelers and ended up with a job in Taemar. Now, that job is done and I'm ready to return to Northwind and start my life over again. I'd like to get a new flock going and return home." She shrugged a bit, saying, "I've had my adventures and got to see a bit of the world, and yet it showed me more than ever where I belong. I just need to earn enough money to get me through the winter, then I'll buy some lambs in the spring and start over."
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**

**On the roadside**

Mislav and Kolec show some surprise when she mentions wolfmen. He narrows his eyes some with interest and concern "Wolfmen? Really now?"
Christopher
Amaryllis Sweetford
On the roadside

She nodded and replied, "They were terrorizing Northwind when I left. They were led by a man named Tharn Skorn, and they were... Wild, to say the least. Brutal and cunning, acting a lot like a pack of wolves as they wreaked havoc across the countryside. Cities raised, herds slaughtered... That sort of thing."
Dorothy
**Mislav Kerempuh**
**On the roadside**

The two men share a look between eachother, they seem concerned and skeptical. Mislav has heard of shifters, wild people and such, but them being organised attackers? That did not bode well, if what he is telling is the truth, she didn't seem to have too much emotional reaction to re telling it. 
"That sounds awful" He replies "Is the kingdom doing anything stop those? And besides... You must've had an awful long journey from there to here. Are you sure it is safe to go back now?"