OOC: @Rosh Ah, fair enough.
Cynane sat outside her tent which she had set up to store and shelter her belongings, whistling a tune as she worked on cleaning her bladed blue armour. The Aptonoth, Stripe, lay in front, gazing passively around at the surroundings as he chewed some grass. His wounds had healed at a fantastic rate after Cynane shot him with the green pellet.