Ysena didn't sit down, but she did put her axe to lean on the side. If she sat down now, she wouldn't want to get back up. Having a stretch before settling down again. "Long story short, internal conflict inside my group, we was approached by some lordling servant who was offering a extortionate ammount of money for a contract to do what they wanted, no questions asked. I turned it down, a collection of my merc's didn't like it and decided to go with them, taking all of our supplies and most of our weapons, and a large ammount of lives of those who agreed with me. Since then we've been struggling to find work, while trying to avoid our former allies who wanted to see me have my "moral comupance" I took on a job to clean a trade route between here and the town to the north. To be here now." She  furrowed her brow, it obviously distressed her, but her expression was remaining largely stoic, trying to not show her weakness.