Lydia followed the mazon quietly through the underbrush. More willing to hear her out, if not fully trusting of the woman perhaps because of Salis's actions... the little prick. But it was mostly just her suspicious nature under situations like this.<br/><br/>At the question from one of the bandits, Lydia took a deep breath and stepped from the brush and rested herself on her bow, "That would be me." she saidwith a quirk of an eyebrow and taking in the men with a boar. "Nice one... we'll eat well tonight I see."<br/><br/>