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Arrows fly, and Bernadette stamps the butt of her spear into the earth, leaning against it to watch the feathers sprout in the backs of orcs with a cheery smile on her face. She remains perfectly still, having heard of the accuracy of Elven archers, so she's slightly surprised when Valinor gets riddled by arrows. Again.

When the Eagle descends to admonish the attack on their dark companion, and it's clear that only Valinor's pride suffered any damage, Bern cant help but laugh a bit. The scene really was silly, when taken with a bit of humor, and after a round of orc killing to begin their journey, she was ready to be in high spirits.

The elves have no intention of sharing in her mirth, and make it plain that they feel the group should move along sooner rather than later.

"Well then, we should be off before more foes are drawn here. Make ready to travel, for we must depart."

The eagle agrees, and Bern has no objections, gathering her own scant belongings. Really the bag just held some travel rations, and sat woefully empty on the highland woman's broad shoulders. One such as herself didn't normally want for much in the wilderness. So when she sees the little hobbit trying desparately to decide what she could spare to bring and what she would have to sacrifice, Bern chuckles again and crouches down next to the Little Folk, scooping up a bit of extra to ease Amaranth's decisions.

She tosses the small woman a wink before standing again, pack properly filled, "If hobbits like their food and their comforts half as much as I've heard told, It'd be a damn shame to deprive you. Pay the favor back, perhaps, some night when we all could use a hot meal..." And Bern laughs heartily. Hobbit cooking was legendary, after all. Amaranth can decide what else is in the pack, or just call it miscellaneous goods.

Tapping her spear on the ground like a great, deadly walking staff, she saunters to join the rest of the party, indicating her readiness.