<b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; Land View of the Barge</span></b><br/><br/>Jenine hadn't slept at home for some time. The travel from town was just long enough that it was simply practical to stick around for a few days at a time; now it was time for the human brunette to take her leave of local intrigue and 'retire' to the country if only for a little while.<i>If the place didn't get burned down,</i>she thought with a tired sigh.  She was all about a little excitement, but as much as her fantasies by rights made the recent news spark something in her bosom, the reality was that her place had probably just been burnt down, and she was in for cold, dull nights. Even if not, there were always leaks and the age of the place that made it a touch less pleasant year after year.<br/><br/>But, at least the journey was pleasant. The grass was green, the wind was cool and gently swayed her dark strands of hair, and the water just off to the side was a pleasant sight... marred only by the somewhat bland craft out in the water. It caught her eye for a moment,; the interesting figures aboard and tehe commotion that took place quickly were just barely out of her notice. By the time she'd settled down on a log, crossing her legs and staring wistfully at the gently swaying flowers just a short distance away, there was nothing to look at. She peered at the boat, imagining it was little more than a trade vessel with crewmen about as bored as she was. Wouldn't that be a nice pair. Sure, she had standards, but the rough and rogueish type did the job, especially if they indulged a few of her fantasies... but even if they were up for play, she doubted it would even go that far.<br/><br/>It drifted closer to shore, remaining uneventful as she threw a glance at it once in a while. For the moment she was staying put, unconcerned by the possibilities it held until it offered something interesting. Perhaps in a while she'd move on... or she'd see where exactly they would land. She wasn't directly at the edge of the water, rather a short way in. Her flowing white skirt and brown blouse stood out enough.<br/><br/><i>It's definitely coming in</i>. Her interest was piqued. What did she<i>really </i>have to lose... it was signs of life. A band of brigands to take her away, another unsavory bunch with hopefully devious intent... she was getting ahead of herself, and so she simply watched with her face in her wrist. Blinking, yawning. She had sleep, but she didn't exactly feel energetic today. If that changed remained to be seen. Anything had to beat table shift in the wee hours of the day.