<div class="floatright">(https://i2.wp.com/img07.deviantart.net/ef82/i/2015/076/9/a/warrior_girl_by_allnamesinuse-d8lzd27.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:<br/>Lilian<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Easier to deal with militia than Lords or Ladies.<br/><hr/><br/>The cleric bit down on the reflexive response and spent a few moments stroking the horse's flank while the urge to spit invectives slowly faded. She wasn't sure if anyone would expect them to emerge, parade-ground fresh from their long journey. But it seemed that the others planned to put on quite a show and it wasn't as though a little frivolity would do any harm. Lilian knew that everyone would pull their weight when the time came.<br/><br/>"As I understood it," she called to Thaialie, "the plan is to set up a base at the Ferry and then make some probes into the Witchwood."<br/><br/>Lilian shrugged, she felt far more comfortable with the idea of a little aggressive reconnaissance than meeting and greeting the local dignitaries. The dark-haired warrior didn't expect Drellin's Ferry to amount to more than a sleepy hamlet, but, once the foulness infesting the woods had been pushed back, perhaps they could move their camp deeper into the trees.<br/><br/>"But we are expected to visit, Lord Jarmaath in Brindol," she continued, "although whether that needs to happen immediately rather depends on how closely he likes to oversee the region."<br/><br/>The cleric's view was that a ruler who needed adventurers to come in and deal with their problems wasn't one with whom she felt the need to follow the usual etiquette. That said, it wasn't only her reputation that such an attitude would impact and so the former soldier kept that opinion to herself.