The driver eyes the two men whom, despite his words, had hopped out of the cart. "Oi, if you lot ain't gunna listen, you can help me with these last few boxes." He pointed at three more crates, grabbing one himself and lugging it back towards the merchants.
"Mercenary?" Kieaira's soft voice peeped up. "Err... No..." She glanced down at herself. Do I look like a mercenary? She questioned herself. She was dressed from head to toe in dark blue cloth, her tunic buttoned along the front with a frilly lace framing the bottom, a pair of glasses rest upon her nose, and she carried a small book with her wherever she went, giving her more of a librarian look than anything else. Aside from her satchel and her book, she bore no weapons, nor did it seem she had been in many fights in her lifetime.
"H-Home..." She stuttered out, and a soft flush came to her cheeks. "I'm going home." She said again, more firmly, pausing to glance towards the other two males that had remained on board, and silent. Their silence was almost eery, giving Kieaira the chills even.
"Mercenary?" Kieaira's soft voice peeped up. "Err... No..." She glanced down at herself. Do I look like a mercenary? She questioned herself. She was dressed from head to toe in dark blue cloth, her tunic buttoned along the front with a frilly lace framing the bottom, a pair of glasses rest upon her nose, and she carried a small book with her wherever she went, giving her more of a librarian look than anything else. Aside from her satchel and her book, she bore no weapons, nor did it seem she had been in many fights in her lifetime.
"H-Home..." She stuttered out, and a soft flush came to her cheeks. "I'm going home." She said again, more firmly, pausing to glance towards the other two males that had remained on board, and silent. Their silence was almost eery, giving Kieaira the chills even.
