A lone figure, covered head to toe in somewhat of a baggy and rather shaggy cloth sat aside the general revelry of the night, sipping ale handed to her by someone too fast to refuse or thank. Teanna sighed under the cloth cloak concealing her red skin, horns and eyes and felt a pang of unease even as the reverie went long into the night. The World Wound, the rip in the land that connected the mortal lands to the Infernal realm of demons, demons like her.<i>No! Not like me! I am no demon! I am.... I am.....</i>thoughts like that besieged her mind for long years now, ever since she could understand that she was not like any of the other human children. She pushed them aside, as always and stood, moving about avoiding the drunks and dancers and the curios and settling behind a tree overlooking the forest the group was to set out in come morning. Behind it was the Inn and the old man with a fake leg and she felt somewhat safe. Safe enough to close her eyes and drift off to sleep.<br/><br/>Stirring from her rest and jumping to conceal herself in case she accidentally took off the cloak and people saw her, Teanna peered around the village that hosted the large party the night before. She looked over her meager belongings and fell into pace, silently with the rest of the group setting out into the forest.<br/>Not often did she take a shine to humans, not anymore at least, but their leader, Igney, seemed like the likable sort and more than a few times Teanna felt almost compelled to move up to aid him in the journey, yet she stood her place and kept as inconspicuous as possible, humming low to accompany Igney's hymns, even though they were unfamiliar to her.<br/><br/>Thanking whatever gods in the skies and land when they reached the clearing, Teanna sat and then lay on the ground to rest her feet, taking a bit to look around at the other adventurers in the party, to get a feel of them.<br/><br/>Once the camp was set up proper and the fire was lit, Teanna took it upon herself to start the introductions, taking in a deep breath and moving next to Igney, and waving a gloved hand at him as she sat. "Hello. Mind if I sit? Umm... Could I ask you about the melodies you were singing on the way here? They ... they are nothing I've heard before."<br/>At a closer look, the whole "covered from head to toe in baggy cloth" look clashed with what could be seen under it. Her boots were well made and sturdy, perhaps a bit too rich in looks for the life of an adventurer. The leather pants were also well tailored and fit snugly on her legs and the gloves on her hands were nothing to sneeze at either. Clearly the young woman was hiding something and she was adamant to keep it hidden.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>