Dhi, thanks for the laugh with this response: "Five of you?" Lucas Reinert. Ran Fletcher, old Moran's girl. Miranda, Caro, Rinarya. Her eyes followed each name to the face it belonged to. "Melford," she corrected mildly. "Millford is a river crossing. The town where we'll be going is Melford, a forest trade town." One strong man beside Brannock she counted, and the rest seemed to be ladies with a more feminine quality than normally roughed it in these woods. By far one was more skittish than the rest. Dza's armor chimed as she knelt down to the halfling's level to ascertain whether her stuttering and averted gaze were only frayed nerves or something else. "Here's a mnemonic I find helpful. Millford has a mill, while Melford is in the woods with the elves." Her most reassuring smile for Caro, loaded with the message if you don't feel safe, you can come to me. Now it was decided: she was definitely going to escort this unusual group.<br/><br/>Inspiration for you!