Evaâ€™s jade eyes slowly scanned over each individual. It was Sydney that caught her eye the most; if she was surprised she certainly didnâ€™t appear it. Her eyes lingered unafraid neither to meet his eyes nor to observe his blades with a keen sense of fascination. She had to stop herself from reaching out to gain a greater understanding. She folded her hands in her lap; offering only a slight smile towards him, whether he notice or cared it was still offered.  Then there was the red-haired far-too-happy girl and the tom boy. She tilted her head ever so slightly and with a quick glance at the remaining warrior of the party began sorting them into categories.  As a whole they looked like they all could provide some asset to battle; and could fight. They were dressed as such. Meanwhile Eva remained alienated as the only possible â€˜non-combatâ€™ entity.  It was exceptionally difficult to the tone of her muscle beneath fabric and corseted bodice; but given the delicate features of her face and the very deliberate and graceful way she carried herself; it could readily be assumed she had no experience wielding a sword, shooting a bow, or donning a shield.  She had come to the conclusion that they could truly only need one thing from her; and that was her knowledge.<br/><br/>Eva shook her head softly as she heard that two knights of the Drowned had summoned them and would be arriving.  She half smiled for a moment.  She absentmindedly played with the goblet of wine before her and for the first time brought it to her lips. She took quite a large sip and set it back upon the table, clearing her throat quietly. After a few moments of thinking to herself and assessing the others, she spoke. â€œIâ€™m afraid that I donâ€™t have much to offer the Knights of the Drowned nor any of you in this endeavor,â€ once could hear the apology within her voice; it was almost painful. â€œIâ€™ve never been in a fight, but this town has been my home for a long time and I feel obligated to do what I can; however little.â€ Her eyes flicked to Holt. Introductions, right. She wanted to know whom she was going to be travelling with; and wanted to at least give her name.<br/><br/>â€œMy name is Eva; I run the apothecary in this town; help out the injuredâ€¦that sort of thing. I do have some knowledge of the area and outward of the surrounding woods. I have to go out to gather the herbs required for many of the medicine or salves I create. I will be able to lead you in the general direction of where these Knights wish to travel; or tend to you after battle. Thatâ€™s all I can offer.â€ She paused for a moment; appearing almost as a statue in her sculpted posture.<br/><br/>â€œWith that being said, one canâ€™t just simply waltz into those woods without conflict. If it would please you I will scout the area prior, and meet you at the forestâ€™s edge in the morning. It should give me enough time to see which areas have been travelled more so and how recently, along with avoiding ambush. Otherwise our journey may be quite slow due to necessity for precaution.â€ She smiles politely; confidently. It seemed as though she didnâ€™t give herself enough credit, and at the same time what she could* do she took a good deal of pride in.<br/><br/>She then looks back to Holt drawing her attention away from her battle seasoned companions and Sydneyâ€™s wondrous blades. â€œI hope I understood correctly why I am here. I donâ€™t cook.â€ She gave a mood lifting effortless smile. Then her attention turned back to the others.