Snippet #2451082

Shya was leaning against the side of the boat, staring off at the steadily approaching shoreline when she heard Varis call her over. She crossed the deck to him, listening without comment and nodding as he gave his orders. A simple enough task, even if she had not been through the region in some time as the swamps were poor ground to travel over, much less hunt for decent skins. Still, with a good pace they would reach Morthal quickly even through murky swampland.

She peered down at Varis's strange pet, grimacing briefly. She had no intention of caring for the strange creature, much less dragging it out of a swampy pit or from the jaws of some beast. At least most of the Guild members were mostly capable of watching out for themselves, even the most brute-like of warriors had some sense more then an animal. Fortunately her fellow scouts seemed competent enough, even if the chattering Argonian was a bit odd. Shya hoped she would not continue said chattering in the wilderness and alert something or someone to their presence.

"Come along and keep close, lest something drags you into the swamp for a meal. Morthal is only a short distance to the southeast." She said to the Dar'Kirr and Nine-fingers, hopping off the boat as it pulled onto the dock and landed on the wood without another word. Shya looked across the land for a moment to orient herself, then took off in a steady jog without looking to see if the others would follow.