Snippet #2457251

Bernadette's head snaps up, and she stands ankle-deep in cold water as Valinor.. has a fit. She cant see what the wraith is reacting to, and she fixes him with an odd, considering stare as he settles down and speaks as if nothing at all had happened. That one was an odd one in more ways than Bern was comfortable with. That the Gray Wizard trusted him was only going to get him so far if he kept up such antics. After all, he'd already betrayed the country he'd been sworn to once. What loyalty did he really have to a bunch of misfits who were only slowing him down?

Stirred from her grim musings by Gavin's insistence - at least - that they find higher ground, Bernadette concedes that point with a nod, scooping her pack up again, "Welp! Let's get to it then, affore the sun makes our decision for us."

And with that, she saunters on down the path, -through- the space where the fallen soldier who attacked Valinor so recently stood, blissfully oblivious but for a shiver and a shrug.

After a bit of a stroll, as the sun dropped lower and shot crimson streaks into the sky, I imagine that the group finds a bit of ground that they can all agree on. A grassy knoll that jutted up and sported a bit of a clearing - free from trees at its crown because they'd been crowded out by a great oak that had recently lost its battle with lightning. It mean there were precious few branches over their heads - and none with leaves; robbing any potential ambushers of a high road to take over their heads.

Signaling she intended to make her stand for the night -here-, Bernadette drops her pack and her spear at the black tree's trunk. Attempting to get her to move any further would be an exercise in futility. The highland woman reaches up and, with a show of strength considerable even in spite of her already large frame, pulls down a dead branch with a grunt and the snap of the giving wood. Breaking it again over her knee, she stacks it near a group of stones, intending to start a fire.

Poor Amaranth might be the only member of the group that seems outwardly worried about the distinct possibility of attack sometime in the dark hours. The other veteran fighters might be just as nonplussed as Bernadette as she gathers more wood in a similar fashion before sitting with her back against the great tree, fishing in her bag around the hobbit-things for her own travel foods.

"So!" She announces cheerily into the brooding silence of the twilight woods, "We all know what the ghost did for his living while he still had it... Gavin!" She gives a wink to the dwarf, "What skills aside a' dealing death did you call your own before all this madness? And you, hobbit! Damned if I could think of someone odder for this walk. Y' aren't a dragon in disguise or somesuch?" Her toothy smile beams across the would-be firepit at her erstwhile traveling companions.