At mér skyldi kaupa

Róta had made sure to position herself where the children were not. It was too much, especially when that one wanted to talk her ear off. Her donkey had taken a great shining to the smiling boy, more the fool him... but if she found another donkey, maybe he would leave hers (and by extension, her, alone).

So it was with very little sleep, half dried out, a pounding headache and a stiff jaw from clenching her teeth, that she stomped across the border with the rest of the pack. They were here for crafting supplies, herbs. She didn't necessarily have to fight someone if she found what she was looking for first.

With her brother occupied with the leader, and plenty of larger, more obvious targets, she slipped deeper into the territory, Her earthen hues eating up the shadows as she stalked.