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When the other elf handed out coins, Orina was half of mind to return them to her. Orina knew she had plenty, perhaps more than plenty, of money saved up. But after a few moments of quick thought, the brunette simply tucked them into a small pouch at her waist with a quiet thanks directed at the blonde. Green eyes swept over those gathered a the table. She wondered how many of them would actually be going on this trip of theirs.
Orina filed out of the inn at the same time everyone else did. Gethin following behind her quietly, almost visibly relaxing after the duo was back out in the street. The dark wolf tried, but he was still a wolf, not a dog. He'd never be much for being cramped into a two-legger infested dwelling. After exiting, Orina paused before she began to lead the way towards the markets. She doubted she could carry much more, but she'd take a quick look around, just to be sure. She didn't have any meat specifically for Gethin, but she figured between the rations she did have and what was gathered along the way, he should be fine. Orina made a quick pass through the different shops, spotting a few familiar faces, before heading back to her family home. Just as she thought, either she didn't need it or she couldn't carry it. For a moment she had considered purchasing a donkey but decided against it ultimately. A pack animal would require its own food and that looked heavy as it was. So the elf returned home empty handed.
After getting back to the house, Orina made a beeline for her room where she had packed her things prior to the meeting. Gethin, however, wandered out to the hidden hole in the wall. Orina was unsure why, she didn't ask. She knew he'd be back before long. The lone wolf made his way through the underbrush, as if committing the area to memory. The dark wolf wound his way until he was welcomed by a happy yip. A couple of his siblings raced up and around him, snuffling at his fur and wagging their tails. Gethin had said his goodbyes the night prior, but he had come to say one last farewell before he followed his elf away. Back at the house, orina was donning her armor...what better way to carry it really? It wasn't like she wore plate mail anyways, it'd be far to heavy and cumbersome for her, no she wore leather. Her quiver and pack went to her back and the sword her grandfather had given her landed at her hip. Other items were stored in one way or another on her person. After she was done, she took one last lingering look around the room. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if she'd ever see it again....But the elf was quick to shake such dark thoughts away.
Out in front of the house half an hour or so later, wolf met elf and the duo made their way to the front gates to meet with the rest of the party. The brunette elf came to stand nearish the blonde one before casually leaning against the gate to wait quietly for whomever else would appear. Her bow was held in her hand, far quicker to draw it if it was already at hand. however, one of the fingers of he free hand lifted to trace at the silver leaf brooch holding her cloak together. It was one last gift from her family, a going away present. That was how she passed the time waiting, finger tracing a brooch with a wolf laying near her feet, as if he knew there would be a long walk ahead and was resting in preparation.
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[fieldbox= Asha, gold]
Asha, although she'd be loathe to admit it, was glad of the extra five coins. The kitsune in hiding wasn't exactly the most well off financially. The petite figure tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she listened to the blonde elf speak. As she did, her eyes drifted around the group. She knew some of them wouldn't come, call it intuition. Her foot began to bounce beneath the table before the group was dismissed. As they all made their way outside of the inn, Asha headed towards her own small home. She'd save the money for now, maybe she'd be able to purchase something to her liking in the future with it. Right now, she would make do...she always did one way or another.
At her small home, she gathered the majority of her belongings, she didn't have much from staying on the road, before she went to tell her landlady that she'd be leaving the village for awhile. The kitune told the woman that she could go ahead and lease the small house out. Asha had half of a mind not to return. The kitsune was used to wandering, enjoyed it even. The gold-eyed beauty had began to grow restless in the small town, an adventure was just what she needed to spice things up.
When Asha arrived at the gate, she came to with a slight skip to her step and a chipper melody being hummed under her breath. She gave a sunny smile towards the two elves before she plopped her pack down on the ground and knealt to dig into it, making sure one last time that she had everything she wanted. She, like the brunette elf, had donned her own armor, which wasn't more than a tunic of leather plates. She'd tied a golden sash over it at the waist and had a knot and bow holding it in place from behind. Tucked into her sash was a kunai, the only weapon the kitsune owned and like her armor, something from her home region of the world.
As she waited for anyone else to show up, the kitsune took out a smaller gold colored ribbon and went through the process of putting her hair up into a bun. She suspected the sun would make things warm before long. Asha was almost positive the Sylvirleaf girl would regret putting her cloak on.
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