Lunar Jack:
Is it too soon to ask you your name?
-Settles in her tent and finishes her food-
-retreats into her tent upon finishing the meal-
-drives her knife through the wall of her tent making a small hole which she watches the camp from-
Lunar Jack:
*is now sleeping with my legs crossed outside my tent facing where she's at*
-When she is certain he is gone she unzips the tent and sneaks quietly into camp. She takes a sword from the orc pile and heads out into the vast forests that surround them.-
Lunar Jack:
*head jumps up and I look around*
She was here
and she went...
*sniffs the air*
That way...
*proceeds in the direction she went following her royal scent*
-The years she has spent in the forests have given her almost untraceable footsteps, she treads so lightly that a twig would not snap under the pressure of her boot. Slowly, she makes her way through the trees.-
Lunar Jack:
*follows her scent*
Mmmm she smells like roses
-Stops as she hears the leaves rustling in the woods behind her. unsure of what it is behind her she must take cover and therefore retreats up a nearby tree, climbing its thick trunk with ease.-