Name: Blaque<br/>Location: Forest Clearing just within the Macedon border<br/>Tagging: Senadra<br/><br/>Blaque just made a slight nod in acknowledgement about her possible need for assistance with a few wounds. She certainly was a talkative kind of woman. “As cold as it may sound…” He started in the almost tired and low tone voice. “Save your breath… Keep answers very short and focus on saving what strength you have left…” Hopefully, she would be smart about this. Information could very well wait now. Blaque was a very, very blunt guy and it was a reason he avoided people; social awkwardness and afraid of offending someone. He reached down to grab the canteen, shook it to hear the sloshing of water to gauge how much was left. There was more than enough. He then placed it next to the opened vulnerary on the ground so she could get one more gulp in if she wanted. He then reached for another pouch, but this was considerably larger and he undid the tie and opened it; inside was a bunch of jerky. There was a very plentiful supply of it too. He took a few strips and begun to break them down into small squares. It was so she could chew it less. He put it back down on the others and then moved it and placed it within her reach. “..My name… is Blaque…” He said as he looked up and looked right into her eyes as he finally introduced himself.