<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Half_Elf_Girl_by_kerembeyit.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Drake Turrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Reach, just outside of Markarth.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Dark<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aelfgar, Iljana, Moric, Open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Drake felt a frown threaten her lips, yet she managed to keep it off her face and away from her eyes, swallowed down like bitter bile. The thought of camping out here another night was… well she found it baffling. They were so close, and the overly cautious part of her mind couldn’t quite make out the logic of camping as an option. Had they ulterior motives; looking to rob the great nord and the elf in their sleep, if not slip them some poison? Or was it that the thought of traveling another hour was too daunting a task, and exhaustion had taken root in their limbs? Ah… paranoia. When the Dark Brotherhood was out to get you, everyone seemed to play the role of assassin.<br/><br/>Mentally she kicked herself. Really, she wanted to roll her eyes and scoff but that may have been taken out of context. “I must keep traveling,” she stated simply. “You are welcome to come along, or to stay if that is your desire, but I will be traveling to Markarth tonight. I’ve business to attend to, and it has taken too long already.” Drake bowed her head respectfully, then stepped away to allow the two additions to make their own choices. As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t needed for their deliberation, and the extra space soothed her nerves that weren’t any longer accustomed to being around so many people, except the ones who needed an arrow in their throat.<br/><br/>Asher was purring softly off to one side; the great cat had found himself some shelter from the wet snow under an outcropping of stone. Steam rolled from his mouth like a dragon, but his lazy eyes simply said ‘content’, rather than ‘hungry, terrible monster’. A lazy yawn stretched his mouth and showed his formable teeth, but it snapped closed before a few licks of his chops. “Oh, and are you staying?” The elf asked, one hand on her hip while her brow quirked in question. Asher blinked at her for a few seconds, until stretching out his stocky form and climbed to his feet. He left prints the size of Drake’s head in her wake. “Lazy beast.” Yet her hand automatically reached for his face, scratching behind one of those tufted ears as she made her way down the path towards the horse and supplies Aelfgar had indicated.