<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/y41fn52.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nerisa Drovers<br/><strong>Sheet:</strong>https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1252723<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><br/>Nerisa grunted non-committedly in response to Safia's comment about the advantages of working for an orc.  There was, as far as Nerisa was concerned, no such advantage.  She tucked her spear and crossbow out of the way as they entered, not wanting to appear a threat, then ducked around the cauldron.<br/><br/>"Thank you master."  Nerisa said with a bob of her head.  She took the meat gingerly and tore off a piece with her white teeth.  "Very good."  She answered, regardless of how it actually tasted.  She had no desire to insult his cooking.<br/><br/>When Auscor's attention turned elsewhere she breathed a sight of relief.  At least he'd remembered the skins, that meant she wouldn't have to try and convince him to do something.  She had just started to skulk towards the bread when she heard him address her again, and froze like a deer at a strange sound.<br/><br/>"Uh, yes master.  Two days prior.  We don't hunt the same ranges though.  I have seen nothing of him since."