Aura sat on her horse watching the others curiously as she stared over the landscape at the blessed fields before her.  It was so strange to see them so silent and devoid of activity.  Her light yellow clothing clung to her body tightly still slightly damp from her earlier swimming the large bags in the back of her cart clearly visible but also tightly secured.  A longsword rested on her hip reflecting off a slight rainbow pattern of light off its mother of pearl texture.  "None, I've been here many times over my lifetime but its never been this quiet." The young woman said her accent is slightly peculiar compared to the others having a odd tone deep within it as if she wasn't used to speaking in air as much as the others.