Re: THUR
Having made a fool of herself, at least in her mind's eye, over the bole of the tree thing, Aerwenwe quieted down and just listened in to all the conversations as the company moved forward. As Kree started speaking about the gods, she turned her eyes to him and studied him. He didn't look like a priest, or a druid, or even a historian. Of course, looks can be quite deceiving, she had found that out a few times on her own.
To her he looked like a... mercenary captain should look. A fighter type, with bow and blade at his side, someone that had grown up learning to wield those weapons well instead of chasing scholarly things. Yet he talked as if he knew for certain the things he explained about the gods. Her learning had been given to her by nature itself, some easy lessons, some hard. She had to wonder who had taught him all of this and made a mental note to make sure and pay attention.
As they traveled, Aerwenwe would nibble on any roots, berries, or nuts that she could find within reach of their path. The bounties of nature, passing them out to others if they so desired to try the hardy, simple fare.