<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: Docks, disembarking the freight vessel<br/>Wearing: Full linen cloak and scarf, parade armor beneath, rucksack, scimitar<br/><hr/><br/>At the chorus of voices and faces, the young red-haired woman sidles back from the cluster of people to watch and listen.  At Aralyn's offer, she extends her own hand in greeting, her grip surprisingly strong through the leather pads of her armored gloves, "Jude," she says quietly in her husky voice, looking over the elven woman once more her indomitable stare.  She turns to study the horses for a moment, still not releasing her cousin's hand, and nods.  No stranger to the saddle, she assesses the worth of the mounts and nods gently.  "They're fine horses," she says quietly, "They should have no trouble doubling riders."  She turns back to the elf, glancing at Penelope as well.  "The three of us should stay together," she utters as if in observation rather than suggestion.  "We should stay together, the three of us.  And I prefer to take the reins."<br/><br/>After only the brief greeting from Aralyn, she seems to soften a bit, as if she has confidence that between Penelope's confidence and Aralyn's grace, she can linger behind their lead until her purpose is clear. Tragon seems very self-confident, but the cosmopolitan assurance makes Jude question if she's being looked down on... at least he has the competence to represent them 'professionally' to Ehren.  Lynn looks assuredly confident, and Jude's had enough experience training with warriors to recognize the confidence and build of a trained fighter... something her Patrician had driven out of her in early training.<br/><br/><i>The girl is not a sword or a shield.  The girl is lightning."</i><br/><br/>"I look forward to our arrival," she says, pushing the words from her mind.