<span style="color: royalblue">“Gang member?”</span>The blue-haired woman parroted back, having never heard the words before.  They also didn’t feel familiar to her.  She ignored both her confusion and the two newcomers, more interested in what the little boy had said about the town.  If they thought her a ‘gang member,’ whatever that was, she didn’t really care.  Maybe she was a gang member, she certainly couldn’t remember.<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue"> “All we really need is for one person who knows what’s going on to be in the town.  As long as it has that, it’d be worthwhile to go to the town.”</span>She mused aloud, turning to look at the town in the distance.  The boy’s comment about it being creepy didn’t bother her at all.  He was just a kid, after all, and necessity was more important than preference.  Although, he had also mentioned—her attention returned to the boy once more, this time more analytical.  Pointy ear tips poked out of his curtain of blond hair and green eyes stared at them nervously.  The map, their only semblance of guidance in this strange kingdom, was clutched to a dirty white shirt.  Why did he have a map anyways?  He didn’t seem as disoriented as she and the others; in fact, how did he even know that there was apparently nothing at the end of the meadow and that the village was creepy?<br/><br/><span style="color: royalblue">“In fact, who are you?”</span>She vocalized her thoughts, twitching her fingers instinctively.  For some reason, she seemed to expect something to happen but nothing did.  This unknown contradiction lent further hostility to her voice as she continued her interrogation.<span style="color: royalblue">“And why do you seem to know more about this place than the rest of us?  It sounds to me that you’re not quite a stranger to these lands like the rest of us.  Everyone else is wondering who they are, where they are, and yet you have a map and are telling us about this.. wherever this is.”</span>A foot slid out behind the boy.  He wasn’t completely surrounded, and the other three might let him go anyways, but he’d have a harder time if he decided to run with the four of them boxing him in on three sides.<span style="color: royalblue"> “So why don’t you share a bit more of your knowledge with us?”</span>The smile on her face didn’t make her appear more approachable.  If anything, it seemed to encourage others to run away,<span style="font-style: italic">quickly</span>, for it hinted that the woman may not be completely sane.