"Damn it..."<br/><br/>Even if she had only just arrived at this strange new place, Eilnear felt like it had been years. Or possibly even longer. It was almost as though ever moment she had spent her was affecting her mind. No, it<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>affecting her mind. And not for the better, either. But leaving wasn't something she could do just yet, looking down at the stone ring on her finger. Not until she found out what was tugging at her. Keeping her here in this place. The burly warrior would heave a deep sigh, looking into the blazing fire as though it would offer her answers.<br/><br/>Of course it wouldn't, Eilnear's back resting against the battle axe she had jammed into the earth. She had stared long into it and still it gave nothing. No hints of why she was here or even where she was. In fact, the powerful woman was sure that she fell asleep while she had stared at it. But Eilnear would get the answers she sought, knowing that this place of tranquility would soon be traded for the more treacherous pathways. But which, she knew not at the moment.<br/><br/>The crackling fire almost startles the woman out of her stupor, her one good eye looking up in surprise. People? Had they always been here? But they would raise the question of how long she had been here herself. Either way, she could take solace in thinking she was partially safe, seeing that she had yet to be attacked or anything of the sort. Still, it paid to stay on guard, Eilnear looking to her company warily as she weighed her options of where her exploits would take her in this new location she found herself. She almost speaks, looking up for a second and opening her mouth before she decides it would be better to keep to herself for the time being.<br/><br/>However, as she shuffles in place to get more comfortable in her armor, something presses against her thigh. An unfamiliar weight, Eilnear reaches in, feeling about with curiosity. Something flat yet round; several of them. She could only presume them to be some sort of currency. Something to check later. However, the second object piques her interest even further, her hand rubbing across it anxiously to get a feel on it. Which she quickly stops, a sudden chill unlike any cold she's felt before rising up her spine despite the object's innate warmth. It'd be better to check it moreso once she was alone rather than now.