<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Elli/Eztli.jpg)</div>Eztli'eyal<br/>Location: Kirborg, fields<br/>Date / Time: Mar. 16, early afternoon.<br/>Tagging: Mialla, open<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Sure. With a group." Eztli'eyal reminds her, dryly. How did she make it this far on her own, anyway? Luck? That's a bag that runs dry quickly ... "You might do better to wait for one of the regular caravans. Safety in numbers." Probably a decent source of stories, too - there's always someone telling one around the fire in his experience.<br/><br/>If it wasn't just luck... eh. Women are tricky to deal with under the best of circumstances, and not all their blades are steel. Eztli shakes off that line with a muted grumble, hopping to slightly higher, and drier ground. "Should be one in a month or so. Betting her Grace would understand you preferring to wait." Might even ask it, depending on the local festival schedule.