<i>Thank you.</i>She heard the words going over in her mind as the Ramen had turned round and thanked her out of the blue. He definitely was a character to keep a watchful eye on. Never ever, in her life had she met a creature more fickle and capricious as herself. She nodded her head in an understanding fashion and continued her pace to follow the hissing creature. Being awoken from her mumbling words and mulling thoughts, she could feel the man Darion walk beside her now. He spoke in a gentle tone to her, and it returned a small but visible smile back on her lips. She couldn't help but sniff somewhat hearable before she answered him with a soft and broken tone.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''My name is.. Verita, I..''</span></b><br/><br/>She thought about her words, thinking over the last few hours before she had left her house. Had left her dad and everything they owned behind in the village. She didn't know why she had done it, nor could see any good reason in her actions from the point of jumping through the window and leading everybody over the bridge. The only thing that had lead her through all those things, was, that in the back of her mind she thought it was the right thing to do. She would not have been able to live with herself if she had not done anything to save those people. In her eyes they had done nothing wrong besides seeking shelter in a cold and cruel village they didn't know anything about. It was also the danger, and the adventure she had wanted follow. She bit her lip gently, squishing the soft delicate flesh underneath her teeth as her mind raged with reasons that remained so vagarious and mutable in her mind.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed"><b>''I did what I thought to be the right thing to do. I've been raised to help people in need, been taught to heal wounds and salve pain. But I don't know for sure why it was that I helped you all the way through. I cannot go back anymore, and I'm leaving my f.. ''</b></span>She sniffed, fighting back tears that welled up in her eyes as she thought about her father. Her gentle, caring and loving father she had been so blessed with her entire life. It would break his heart knowing she had left him, without saying goodbye. Nevertheless she straightened her back, wiped her tears as good as she could with the back of her hand away and looked straight into Darions eyes. The bright orange specks flickered even more beautifully amidst the brown irisses as she stared up towards the warrior.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''I've always sought out adventure, a life beyond the boundaries of those cursed mountains. I saw my chance, to help people in need, and hoped I would get what I desired in return. Guess I got more then I bargained for huh..''</span></b><br/><br/>She looked briefly towards the vulpari as he mentioned his name after her. A giggle escaped her lips upon hearing the mature and aged voice in such a tiny creature. She had felt his fur, and it had been ever so soft, nevertheless she didn't doubt the fox could be as vicious as anyone else in the group.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkRed">''Nice to meet you Donchen. You are the first of many unknown creatures I've met. Definitely the first Vulpari... I've never in my life even heard tales about a human-like animal before, apart from stories about dangerous creatures that are roaming the woods, with monstrous sizes and razorsharp teeth..''</span></b><br/><br/>As soon as the word 'razor' had rolled over her tongue she slapped a hand before her mouth, and glanced quickly sideways. Hoping the blind Ramen had not heard her comment, nor would think it as an insult towards his physique. He already made her feel like a small child compared to his intelligence and sophistication, despite his overall appearance. She felt intimidated by him, more then by anyone she had ever met in her life. More then anyone in the group for that matter, because of the sheer feeling that if it came to it, she would be able to outsmart the strange travellers, defeat them or being able to run away from the dangers they could offer. But the feeling she had gotten from Razor was different, she could feel his knowledge with magic rolling around his skin. His weapons embedded in his body, and the unsettling feeling that he could hear and sense more then anyone could ever see with working eyes. Yes, she feared him, more then anything.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>