@makeshiftcenser
When Nesdin had first been told that he was beign scripted to spearhead an expedition into mapping out an area known only as The Cove, he had expected a location open and calm- unlike the others that he had the misfortune of visiting. It readily became apparent that this was not the case, that the Cove was just as confined and decrepit- mangled bodies of aquatic creatures littered the corridors, most of the unnatural persuasion. And what it lacked in open bodies of water, it attempted to make up for in an excessive amount of dampness that clung to everything, even the air.
This particular band,a foreign crossbow sharpshooter, a traveling merchant, and a masked bounty hunter, seemed to fair well so far. They had taken his transformation with a surprising deficit of questions ( Was that on purpose? Can you control it? ) before moving on. Time was difficult to keep track of, the lack of sunlight removing any reliance on the natural rhythm their bodies kept, but the arbalest judged the time spent from the amount of torches burnt out and decided they should camp when the eighth piece charred away into a wooden husk.
No one had any disputes.
Which is why he currently finds himself wrapping a bandage around a puncture wound in his side, the crossbow user ( he still had not been able to catch her name ) had done the lion’s share of treating the wound, which left him with the time consuming act of actually covering it up. When he was finishing up, he found her resting, weapon unstrung and lying at her feet. Nesdin turned to try and gauge the state of his companions around the campfire. He wasn’t quite sure if the bounty hunter was awake or not, the mask left much to the imagination and he seemed to have no issue in keeping a level line of sight for long periods of time without making a noise, which left-
The merchant, not a person he expected to find delving into dangerous destination and yet here she was: holding her censer close to her chest- one which had plagued enemies and had a curiously invigorating effect when she had turned it on him several times. She seemed.... agreeable.
“There’s a sinister air to this place.... But we seem to be faring quite well.” He tried for a wave, a smile. “I don’t think I ever caught your name, Miss-”