<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rcYHbkb.jpg)   <br/></div>Character: Jude Talonius (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1068434)<br/>Location: Horseback, on the trail, sharing with Aralyn and Penny<br/>Wearing: Full linen cloak and scarf, parade armor beneath, rucksack, scimitar<br/><hr/><br/>Jude manages a smile and leans forward in the stirrups.  It's true, the three of them together weigh as much as a single warrior with gear.  She gauges their compared size and gear, and knowing that her own gear is nearly nonexistant-- even her armor is a minimal burden, being a borrowed suit of 'practice' armor, its worn wood and cracks betraying the true nature of the lighter composite material.  She, Aralyn, and Penelope together will burden the horse only marginally for their expected journey.<br/><br/>She doesn't seem the least self-conscious about the opportunity, however, though she realizes that there are a number of eyes on the elven beauty.  She nods, helps to ease them into their saddle, and notes with a faint curiosity that Edmund seems intent on appearing aloof despite what may be glimmers of true character.<i>Interesting</i>, she thinks, seeing something of interest in many of them.  Very faintly, one corner of her mouth tightens into the ghost of a smile before she turns away and gently nudges the horse's flanks with her heels.<br/><br/>"Where will we stay, exactly... do they have common houses?  Or a barracks, of some sort?"  She asks, her question loud enough for others, posed to no one in particular.  "And who will be in charge there, exactly?"