The Rugged Coast (Main)
Caitlin rode in the front of the group, Athena, her owl, sat securely on the horn of her saddle. The eyes of the familiar were closed but she heard just as well, a fact that her human friend relied upon. The mercenary was concerned with the threat those ogres posed, fortunately the flat countryside made an ambush difficult, yet not impossible. The group had shown they were very capable of handling dangers on and off the road, but never had they faced giantkin in larger numbers, this was why she was a little tense, an emotion that transferred to her feathered companion. Occasionally the owl turned her head 180° and hooted as if she was trying to reassure her friend to relax and trust her.
Perhaps, the mercenary thought, she should find a name for her horse, something she still had not done. "Should we rest for a while? The horses seem a little tired?" the woman asked, not looking at anyone in particular.