[Event] In Otero

[attr="class","burnt"]"Shivering, near amorphous. She steps over whatever it is laying prone on the ground before her, to reach the scout tent. To any other, the ragged huffing rising from the ground would hardly have registered but the huntress did not reach where she was by ignoring sounds of interest. Kneeling about halfway down, she nudges the side of the character with a wooden box produced from her rucksack. "You've committed a grave error and for it, a gift, should you not rise." Neither her expression nor cadence carry any rises or drops. She jokes but to those privy to her defensive crafting exploits, time spent approximating her seriousness is time better spent reaching minimum safe distance.

[attr="class","burnt"]"The huntress takes great pains to balance the wooden contraption perfectly on the back of the small person underfoot. 'The gardeners would likely appreciate your refraining from devouring the grass. Though,' She reluctantly picked the wooden box back up. '...a blast radius would likely stand out more than a few patches of dirt. Which, you are likely to be mistaken for, remaining like this. These gardeners, do they scare you? I'd hope not. Left to my own devices, I would make you to be a malcontent with a coronary. But this would not be that simple.' The huntress steps over and back, sitting in front of the puddle of person before her. She cocked her head to the side, curiously. 'Do you care to see something you could not find anywhere else, in the possession of no one else?'