<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/haIIZKg.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Aeleth Artorle (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2473429)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">AC:</span></strong>20<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">HP:</span></strong>52/52<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">EFFECTS:</span></strong>Mage Armor<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">PERCEPTION:</span></strong>9<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Kotone, Open<br/><hr/>Aeleth entered the mess tent, devoid of any dirt upon her clothes, skin, or hair.  She wasn't wearing the duster-like overcoat she was most often seen in.  Instead she wore a simple linen shirt and a pair of pantaloons.  Her boots rose to the cuffs.  The top buttons of her shirt were unfastened and the sleeves rolled to her elbow in an attempt to combat the heat.  Her entrance occurred just in time to hear Corvus' report, Celestine's chiding, and the full of Kotone's outburst.  Graceful and precise steps carried her to the soup pot.  She quirked an eyebrow and took a cursory glance at the group to get a quick read of the room.<br/><br/><strong>"We'll follow the normal watch schedule."</strong>she said calmly, though loud enough for all present to hear.<strong>It's worked well up to this point."</strong><br/><br/>Her silver colored eyes rested upon Kotone for a long moment.  She wasn't quite sure what Kotone was thinking.  Or, even, if she was thinking.  Judging by her friend's tone, and past experience, it was likely the samurai was acting off pure emotion.  A tiny smile touched the corners of her lips.  Unlike Kotone to be any other way.<br/><br/>Aeleth then gave Urd and Aphase a simple nod in form of greeting.  The bard's lyrics earlier that day had conveyed the message, and Corvus' report wasn't as shocking to the Half-Elf.<br/><br/>She bent over the pot and ladled a spoon-full of soup into her bowl.<strong>'Light extra torches tonight,"</strong>She said as she straightened and carried her meal to where her companions were gathered.<strong>"Let the devils know we're aware of them and that our guard is up,"</strong>she gave the suggestion as if it was common sense.  Her eyes then shifted to Celestine.  A friendly smile on her lips,<strong>"Perhaps tomorrow, it'd be wise to put the wagons in front of the caravan?"</strong>Both Celestine and her mother were smart and capable women.  They likely would've come up with the idea on their own, given time.<br/><br/>She found a spot to sit, then addressed those gathered once more.<strong>"We're all professionals here.  Keeping our weapons at hand is our way of life.  There's no need to weaken our forces and risk fatigue.  We still have a long way before we reach our destination, and it'll take more than some Bleached to slow us down.  But, only together can we fill our contract and see our charges there safely."</strong><br/><br/>Her gaze returned to Kotone.   A look that dared the younger woman to still her tongue and smooth things over.