<strong>Name: Braith Oathshield</strong><br/><strong>Location: Entering Town</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: Richard, Fife, Naivara</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Braith glanced about the town as she neared it. She always found human settlements to be... cute. They always seemed to be attempting to build proper cities, but... well, not being dwarves, there really wasn't much that they could do about it. The stonework was passable, the fortifications acceptable, but these cities would require so much upkeep to be able to weather the ages like a good dwarven city. Still, it was admirable to see them try.<br/><br/>Putting aside her opinions of human architecture, she moved onward. She had a reason for being out here, and it wasn't to stand around staring at buildings. For now, she needed to find some place to duck in and grab a meal and... what passed for a pint of ale in these lands. So close to dwarven lands, she might be able to find a tavern that served proper dwarven ale, but she knew the way human cities tended to inflate the prices on any beer imported from the dwarves. All things considered, it was usually just preferable to stomach the cheap swill. It washed down food well, enough, at any rate.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long to locate what seemed to be a solid place, only to be distracted by music. She turned her head, and noticed several travelers grouping together. Crossing her arms over her chest, she listened for a moment. An eyebrow raised in silent contemplation for a moment. She hardly viewed a bunch of elves or... half-elves... whatever this lot was comprised of, as ideal companions... but she knew very well how dangerous the roads could be alone, and it did seem as though they were all headed in the same direction. If nothing else, they could provide protection for eachother on the road to Greenest, if no other more worthy traveling companions showed themselves. Her arms uncrossed themselves as she made her way over.<br/><br/>"Greenest must be a popular destination," spoke the dwarf as she neared, her voice softer than one might expect from her race, but still featuring the gruff tone and accent typical of dwarves. Her eyes traveled across each of the others as though she were appraising an ingot of steel for the forge, "It would seem we all have business there."