<div class="floatright">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/81ec4eaef4631891f6cae74bf8399bb7/tumblr_p2iav1FFbu1tk4029o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jaela Sands, Half-Elf Druid<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courtyard<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<hr/><br/><strong>"Am I a...?"</strong>She trailed off at Myra's question, but she caught the gnome's hopeful look, and chuckled. Her deep brown eyes returned the exploratory look.<strong>"I'm sure you'll find out what's under here. Close quarters and all," she gave a tug on the coyote-fur collar of her garment. "Cinnamon is my... friend. You'll see, she hates being talked about when she's not here."</strong>The good humor melts away with the corporal's dire words. Jaela's nostrils flare a bit as she takes a deep breath, considering. The gods of root and stone dwell in all lands... but was it possible there were some lands they didn't want tread upon?<br/><br/><strong>"I think she was telling us to not get cocky,"</strong>she said to Myra, as if it weren't obvious. Maybe it wasn't, to the druid. She looked across at the rangers that would be coming with them, baring her teeth briefly.<em><strong>"That's a lot of bodies to try to keep whole,"</strong></em>she mumbled to herself. Jaela looked then to Ethan. He's the one with rank here, he'd figure the personnel out. For her part, Jaela strode towards the gate she had so recently come in through. Cupping her hands aroudn her mouth, she made a noise, a high-pitched warbling not unlike the cry of a rabbit. she did this three times, followed by a single low whistle... then walked back to thegroup.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>We're</em> ready to move,"</strong>she noted, resting a hand on the silver-hilted scimitar she wore on her left hip. She cast a quick glance around for the wagons, or mules, or god knows what would be carrying this band through the apparently horrible wilderness. More bodies.