Zazz
The Pickliest Bean
(@Coro )
Azaria drops her hand and sheathes her dagger. She looks over at the human she had met just this morning. "We were heading up to the villages north of the forest for food." The half-elf realizes she never asked his name, but refrains from asking, anyway. The orc can ask, if she wants. She fingers one of her throwing knives absently, giving the other two time to introduce themselves if need be.
Azaria drops her hand and sheathes her dagger. She looks over at the human she had met just this morning. "We were heading up to the villages north of the forest for food." The half-elf realizes she never asked his name, but refrains from asking, anyway. The orc can ask, if she wants. She fingers one of her throwing knives absently, giving the other two time to introduce themselves if need be.