Naomi returned the smile.  She liked that the girl was strong willed.  It showed she had an inner strength and confidence that Naomi found lacking in most females.  Stubbornness, however, was a flaw that could get people injured or even killed.  Still it was not Naomi’s place to tell this young woman what she should do, but if asked, she would give advice; otherwise she would simply watch her back.  Whatever had transpired between the Bard, Daemion and the Duke was none of Naomi’s business.<br/><br/>“I am called Naomi and I do not doubt your strength or your ability to fend for yourself.  There are however, many unseen dangers on the outer roads after dark.  I merely wish that you be made aware of this before setting out.  That said, however, I am prepared to leave at any time.”<br/><br/>Naomi ran through a list of things she kept packed in her saddlebags.  Her time serving on the borderlands taught her to always have gear ready for emergencies or quick response to orders as patrols into the wilds were often hastily organized.  As far as clothes went…she had a change in her saddlebags and could go weeks in the same armor.  One got used to the smell after a few days anyway and when on a long patrols in the wilds there were few opportunities to bathe.  Fortunately, she found the stable-master a trustworthy enough fellow to be able to store several rapiers with him for safe keeping.  She could also keep a few small, tightly wrapped packages with him as well … for emergencies of course.<br/><br/>Naomi nodded as she walked with the Bard and listened to her plans.  If nothing else this journey promised to be interesting and perhaps profitable.  And, if this “Shadow” could help her regain her families lost honor; then so much the better.  Naomi absently fingered the tiny glass vial around her neck as she waited for the Bard to gather her things.<br/><br/>An interesting journey indeed.<br/>