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Katrin Hannelore Augüstin
"... I swear, I never set my foot in that house again!" Katrin mouthed the words, as the people around her listened to the story of young Vinzens. Only tree days in, and she had already heard the same story three times, or was it four? Regardless, laughter filled the air, as they sat around the camp fire. Katrin leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, staring into the fire. Hopefully the others around her would just think her tired, dazed, even, but she was listening. Listening and observing those across the flames from her.
Somewhat far to her side, she could hear her dear old pal's voice, as Brien conversed with the bard. It took her a little more effort to tune out that particular voice, but she did, finding their conversation irrelevant to her. A loud shout caught the attention of nearly everyone by the camp. Sayne appeared into vision and alerted everyone of the situation. Murmurs started around the campfire, some worried, some disorientated, but as the noble called for warriors, the knights around her had risen and gone to him. Was he trying to be a leader now? Is he even... capable? Katrin couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at him, as he watched. Then it occurred to her. Shit. She needed to keep an eye on him. Make sure he was safe.
Or wait, was that even part of her mission? Wouldn't Milo be happy even if he were to perish in war? Conflicted, Katrin couldn't decide; stay close to Sayne and risk her cover as a helpless maiden, or stay here and... do what? Her eyes flicked over to the family, she had made 'friends' with the last few days. The mother instinctively held her children close, little Haven at her knees, as they backed away. Good. Part of her felt bad for leaving, it seemed no one was willing to stay and protect the weak- or so she thought, as someone spoke and had offered to stay. Icy-white hair. Katrin couldn't help but stare just a little bit at the dragon, she somehow hadn't noticed before. Beautiful... But there's no time for that, get it together, Kat!
Quickly, she ran to her bag, pulled out her trusty, handcrafted Falcata. Quietly, she followed behind those who had volunteered, awaiting further instructions. She stuck to the back, hoping, praying, she wouldn't draw much attention.