The elven woman looked for a place to hang the mostly soaked cloak, and smiled, wiping the water from her face and moving her bow and quiver to lean against the inner wall before plopped down onto her rear, "Oh I was just walking home, on leave." she said. Starting to stretch out and relax.  Cortae laid her pack between her back and the outer wall, and leaned against it.  She took her time, looking over the others, watching them, but her smile has yet to fade.<br/>