[Rochelle]

She had finished her tale, and the man had left to ponder. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes. They opened only when he spoke to cast a glare in his direction. How could he be so cold? Yet she kept her tounge and listened to the words he had to say.

"Futility, Awrygan, is a word many unfortunately can comprehend..." She trailed off, not bothering to go into her past at this time. "I will not let my fate, be the fate of others. Wether dead or alive, I will return and search them out." She stood to return to Quellë but paused as he spoke again. Her back to him, she relaxed slightly at his words. It would be death to enter alone...it almost had been.

Turning back around she allowed a smile to be seen. "You are a hard one to interpret dear ranger, but your help I will accept, if you will accept mine. 'Tis folly to enter the city alone." She smirked, "and I shall be more guarded in my entrance this time..."

With that she sat back down, and undid the sash that bound her wound. The bleeding had ceased and she could now apply her medicine. She crushed a leaf of athelas and applied the bruised piece to her arm. The smell of orchards in bloom fancied her nose, and soon the wound was closing.

She watched him with furrowed brow, "You do not look to be in good health...how have your wounds treated you?"