Lorielle hopped up into the caravan, her long hair sticking to her neck and back from the heat. Â She couldn't wait for the night to take full reign and bathe her in frigid cold. Â Until then, she would bear with the heat, the sweat, and her unruly locks. Â She popped one of the lids off of the crates, sighing with relief as she saw many folds of fabric. Â She found the right box on the first go, so it would seem.
She heard Clavier ask a question, and by the tone assumed he wasn't talking to anyone directly. Â Without parting herself from her current task, she spoke over her shoulder.
"The Black Shroud is my home," she said. Â "I thought I might expand my traveling experience and come visit Ul'dah. Â But it's far too hot here and I am far too homesick to be away from Gridania any longer."
She pulled one of the rolled sleeping bags from the box, studying it without unrolling it. Â A tent was already found, so she had seen, so she went about pulling as many sleeping bags as she could find. Â There were five, no more and no less. Â She took a moment to glance around, counting heads as she had seemingly forgotten how many travelers were among her.
Herself, Kieaira, Tobias, Clavier, the driver, and the two Miwo'te men. Â Seven travelers and only five sleeping bags? Â She placed the sleeping bags on the floor of the cart beside her feet, rummaging through the open crate before popping open the lids to several others.
"There's only five sleeping bags," she said, turning around to address anyone who would have heard her. Â Kieaira and Clavier were nearest to her, and so her eyes fell upon them.
She heard Clavier ask a question, and by the tone assumed he wasn't talking to anyone directly. Â Without parting herself from her current task, she spoke over her shoulder.
"The Black Shroud is my home," she said. Â "I thought I might expand my traveling experience and come visit Ul'dah. Â But it's far too hot here and I am far too homesick to be away from Gridania any longer."
She pulled one of the rolled sleeping bags from the box, studying it without unrolling it. Â A tent was already found, so she had seen, so she went about pulling as many sleeping bags as she could find. Â There were five, no more and no less. Â She took a moment to glance around, counting heads as she had seemingly forgotten how many travelers were among her.
Herself, Kieaira, Tobias, Clavier, the driver, and the two Miwo'te men. Â Seven travelers and only five sleeping bags? Â She placed the sleeping bags on the floor of the cart beside her feet, rummaging through the open crate before popping open the lids to several others.
"There's only five sleeping bags," she said, turning around to address anyone who would have heard her. Â Kieaira and Clavier were nearest to her, and so her eyes fell upon them.
