While you settle into your bedding, Tock is preparing herself for sleep. In moments, she sheds her hide armor, boots, and even overshirt, bundling it all together and then stretching out with her gear as a pillow. When you look over, you see that she's looking up at the stars, clad only in her trousers and her forearm-length glove weapons. You also notice the tattoos on her arms. The left arm is completely covered in tribal-looking depictions of places and things layered in rings that disappear under her gloves. The right just has a simple band, depicting what looks like the sun rising over a baby- the same scene that starts the other tattoo, with almost imperceptible variations.<br/><br/>"Y'know, my daddy used to tell me stories about his days in the Pathfinder Society. They sent him all over the place, to old ruins and new cities and- accordin' to him, at least- even under sea to old Azlant." the orcish woman sighs, and you can see a satisfied grin spreading across her face.  "But he never met an otherworlder like a Faerie Queen. That alone is gonna be worth a ring..."