It took all of Oriana's self restraint to keep from whooping with joy when the repurposed fort came into view over the horizon. The trip had been a mixed blessing; for years the young sorceress had lived with the constant call of the wild in the back of her mind, but now that the opportunity had arisen to answer that call the only think she could think of was how much her feet hurt. She hadn't uttered a word of complaint, but her friendly, chipper attitude had waned more and more over each day of travel. With their goal in sight though, her customary grin returned to her face.<br/><br/>A renewed vigor suffused her whole being, and a restless bounce in her step seemed to say she could take off at a dead run towards the enigmatic wilderness at any moment. she merely increased her pace, however, urging the others to hurry along with a few playful taunts and a flash of her mischievous grin.<br/><br/>She spun in a slow circle when the group finally passed through the trading post's gate, keen gaze taking in the surroundings. Nothing could disguise the structure's former purpose, but Lawrence and his workers had done an admirable job converting the old for into something a bit more habitable. The housing that seemed to have just been repaired looked promising; sleeping under Desna's canvas was refreshing, but there was still enough chill in the air that walls sturdier than canvas would be welcome.<br/><br/>"<strong>What, was my cooking that bad?</strong>" she said with a mock pout. Said 'cooking' having amounted to little more than warming the standard travel rations over a fire, it wasn't difficult to tell she was joking.<br/><br/>With the elf and the shifty fellow approaching the pretty young kitsune, Ori turned and wandered towards the man descending the ladder. "<strong>Good day sir!</strong>" she said cheerfully, "<strong>Would I be right in assuming you're the proprietor of this establishment?</strong>"