Kiera was up and ready before the sun touched the sky. She got her breakfast of mead and some foul tasting brew. Kiera never seemed to mind as she drank her brew and ate her mead. She prayed to her goddess, the Raven Queen, asking for a decent trip with adventure and tales when she returned to her homelands. She was known for her trade, but Kiera usually tried to keep everything covert. As she headed towards the gates, Kiera spotted the caravan and smiled thoughtfully.<br/><br/>While following the caravan, Kiera listened to everything that was being said around her. She cared not to discuss much with the travellers as she was better at listening than she was at the conversing part. She all ways paid attention to what was going on during others' conversations. She realized she could learn a great deal more by staying quiet rather than piping up. Knowing herself better than most, Kiera knew the weaponry she allowed herself to carry would be worth the journey. She was not formally trained as an assassin, but she practiced until the moon was out. She meditated for strengthening her mind, but Kiera typically kept her thoughts to herself.<br/><br/>As Kiera paced herself, her mind began to wander to other territories. The journey ahead and the troubles she was bound to face. Knowing herself, Kiera tensed for a brief second finally shaking off the bad feelings. She usually could have premontions or this one could just be a bad feeling all together. She hoped neither would be found true.