The orange furred Tabaxi dressed in little more than a tunic, some trousers, and a hood has been an odd traveling partner for whatever groups she has drifted into and out of in the time before arriving here.  She's always been a good sentry (and a quite well armed one), relatively unobtrusive except when bartering or paying for a share of the food and drink, and interested in relatively inane things.  With luck, though, the current group she is in will turn out to be the real winners.<br/><br/>In fact, right now, she's observing the stonework and looking far more interested in it than the shelter that she's just been fortunate enough to find.  At least she's bothered to move inside of it to marvel at it.<br/><br/>"It's amazing this has stood up without any wood to help it stand up," Fifth Firebird says offhandedly as she removes her backpack and checks through it, "going to need something to stop that draft from getting in here, or else it's going to be terribly chilly when I lay down to sleep..."<br/><br/>The creature seems to have forgotten that she has been followed by comrades or anyone at all, in fact.  "I wonder if I can use sharp things to pin one of my blankets over the door..."