Katrina had a simple rule, eat whenever you could because you never knew when you would eat again. So she piled up the plate, bread, cheese, a couple of chicken legs, a slice or two of ham. It made a quite filling mound so she sat herself down and began to chew.<br/><br/>Having taken the edge off she leaned back and took a fair swig of water. The wine, beer and mead she left alone, a clear head would be best. Then she looked around, a somewhat shy lot it seemed. “The name is Katrina Stormweaver, an archer by profession.” She gestured to the composite longbow leaning against the chair. ”Have this for when it gets up close and personal.” Another gesture to the Falchion slung over her back, “But I am better at a distance.”<br/><br/>Her armor jangled as she sat up, “If we are going into battle then it is best that we know what each other is good at.” She smiled, “Being blunt, I know but that is my way, what needs saying say it.”<br/><br/><br/>