Trudging through the sand hasn't been as easy as Olive had hoped. The lack of friction did nothing to help her lame leg, the knee covered in a black brace. She listened with great interest, cursing the guards that had confiscated her father's rapier before she had entered the city. "My name is Olive D'Becque. I don't...I don't have any belongings." But I know a lot of things, she thought to herself. What plants could keep you hydrated. How to read stars. And most importantly, how to remain detached.<br/><br/>Levi seemed very bold, and Rozalia was as distant as herself. Seph seemed friendly. And the boy...what was his name? Emmett Collins, a tall, intimidating looking man, with dark hair, dark skin, and dark eyes. But his smile was warm, and Olive knew at once that he'd be reliable. If nothing else, he looked strong enough to do much of the heavy work. If they got into any fights with bandits or rival groups, if nothing else, his mere prescence would hopefully scare them off.<br/><br/>"Falloch is the closest city from here, yes? If we leave now, we should be able to get there in two day's time. But that's without any...complications." She reasoned, "Does anyone have any objections...?" Olive spoke clearly and precisely, voice unwavering and surprisingly strong for one as small as she. She immediately lowered her voice though, wary that maybe her comrades would think her too bossy and annoying to pay heed to.