<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Safiya_resized.png)</div><strong>Senna Etheran</strong><br/><br/>Senna lifts the waterskin to her lips without hesitation and takes a delicate sip, the sort that might accompany an extended pinky and a commentary on the age of the vintage, even though she does neither of those things. As she tastes it on her tongue, she raises an eyebrow at the elderly druid, amused.<br/><br/>"Hah, and how are we going to share a drink before battle with this?" she says, "I suppose it will have to do, just be sure to have something better when we come back with your people in tow." She offers the waterskin to Tashiel as well, "Senna," she says, looking over the elven girl, appraising her stance and her features both, "Crown Princess of Etheran, not that it matters out here. You don't look like a soldier. You can handle that blade, I hope?"