<b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; The Shore by the Barge</span></b><br/><br/>"The caravan..." Jenine mused. She hadn't exactly followed the main road out, at least for parts of it... but the trail hadn't been far off. She'd have certainly heard it.<br/><br/>But she heard nothing, not more than the usual light travel she'd largely tuned out. She shrugged at the lady on the boat. It wasn't as if it was safe to bypass those groups, but she wasn't exactly the safest lady... although she'd certainly 'paid' well for a companion once. "That's unfortunate," she mused. If such a caravan had been ambushed, she'd have surely heard it... likely some delay was the cause, or it happened somewhere before or after her beaten path. An ambush like that would be rather obvious. She'd wonder if some war had struck. All beyond her humble attention.<br/><br/>"I'm blessed with a steady path," she replied vaguely. Boots, knowledge of every path coming this way, and hardly a penny to her name saw her by. She stared at the lady on the boat innocently.<i>What, are you looking to pick up a stray?</i>The thought was far more unsafe than carrying on her journey... but it all came back around, she wasn't the safest woman. "Are you from around here?" she asked with a slight tilt of her head. She wasn't familiar with elven-folk or the caravan, but that didn't mean much. She did mind her own business most of the time...