Ristina took note as to how the others dodged telling the two men their real name , and if she was smart she would do the same.  But she  wasnâ€™t sure that was a smart idea. Even though the man did appear out of no where. Awareness struck her. They were being cautious because you never if someone was  trying to harm her, and without realizing she darted her eyes at Zellira with an almost apologetic way. It wasnâ€™t easy surviving this way. Now she found herself wishing she could be back at the castle , in her cozy room. But ever since that incident where she got captured by mekoa she could hardly even think about going back. It had been way too long for them to just go back, and mekoa would probably insist that it would be dangerous to return, and on top of that she had a job to do. Whatever job that it was â€¦it included her in some way. She was worn out, and wished that she didnâ€™t have to kill that stupid boorish animal for food.<br/><br/>She got up from the camp fire, moving away from the crowd. Finding that she needed space to think. Her blue eyes looking up to the sky as if the sky held the answer. She felt the crunch of the ground under feet, and the wind that brushed her hair back just a little. She found that the this place still held a very cryptic feeling. As if someone at any minute could come out and kill her. She sat her self down on the road that was cluttered with bits and pieces from buildings that were half destroyed. She wondered what caused the town be in such chaos, or rather to be so empty. After what her , and Mekoa had seen Zellira do. It had to be work of something different. Could even be natural causes. But this felt different. It felt as if everyone was gone here. As if the mysteriously empty, and destroyed village was deserted.