Tera raised an eyebrow as she watched the man pull out a strand of leather entwined stones. She was going to ask what he was doing until she listened to what he was saying. Her headache? He knew that she was cringing in pain every time she thought. "Oh yea. I'm Cyprus, oracle from the Guild of the Mystic Stream. And you are?" Tera was taken aback. An introduction, she had not really talked to anyone since she had left her pack.<br/><br/>“I am Tera, wolf from the forest,” she said putting away her sword. “What where you doing following me? I would say thank you for helping fight off the drunks but…” She paused not knowing if she should keeping going but decided against it.<br/><br/>She looked the man up and down seeing that he was not much to look at, and she could not even really tell his age. Tera flipped her hair back behind her neck, adjusting herself her and there. She fluffed her shirt underneath her cloak, letting it rest over she fit frame hugging all her curves. Tera twisted her belt, fixing her sword to be exactly on her side.