Callenda squeezed into the circle around the fire, still in her dripping clothing, but with a great sigh of relief as the heat of the flames began to penetrate, and her clothes steamed in the chill air.  She was shivering, her movements clumsy, but the first touch of heat was bringing some hope back into her downcast mind.  The spear she had somehow retained in the mad dash from the ship, then used to wildly fend off the numerous sea creatures seen and unseen, was discarded on the sand, butt-end lapped by the waves, but right now she wouldn't leave the fireside for ... for anything.  Even the couple of goblins didn't trouble her - hopefully someone had them in control.<br/><br/>As her chattering slowed and a bit more lucidity returned, her survival sense became more strident.  With hardly any reluctance she fumbled at the fasteners of her clothing, peeling away the wet fabric and dumping it, piece by piece, in a pile at her feet, just inside the circle of survivors.  The flames were a little hot even where she was standing, but she was glad of that, rotating when it became too uncomfortable on one side.  Tiny pinpricks stabbed at her all around, but with time they seemed to become more dull, and eventually receded completely.<br/><br/>She smiled at the paladin she had met first, then looked over the others.<strong>"Callenda, a free ranger, formerly in Bavartin's service."</strong>Her eyes, scanning around them and over them, suddenly froze, really seeing the sky for the first time.<strong>"Where..."</strong>She blinked, shook her head, and stared at her hands for a while before looking up again.<strong>"I have no idea where we are.  This wasn't just an ordinary shipwreck, I think."</strong>