"Kotia? Grimsor?" The halfling appeared confused. "I don't know where those places are. I just mean the mountains north of Tollensport."<br/><br/><em>All of you know that there is a ridge of hills to the north. Compared to the great northern border, they hardly qualify as 'mountains' - more like a range of ravines and rocky outcrops - but to someone who has not travelled very far afield, they could probably be referred to in such a way.</em><br/><br/>As soon as they were clear of the farm, and it was obvious that they were moving away from the more populated area, the halfling seemed to relax and regain her confidence.<br/><br/>"I was hoping to stay near the roads," she said, "since I know I'm going to have to travel at some point. But if it means there will be no harassment, this place is better."<br/><br/>She eyed Leigh as he spoke of his curiosity about her patron, and rolled her eyes in contempt. "I see by your mark you are a man of the gods. Don't confuse my endeavours with any religion you know. I've been listening in solitude for twenty years to one who resides far beyond the homes of fey, devils and gods. The gods of the cities and countryside are of no consequence to me."<br/><br/>As much as she refused to show any sort of solidarity or gratitude to the party, it was notable that she tried her best on her short legs to remain in the middle of them.