Liara finished gathering the last few supplies set aside for herself. The furs she brought in always were able to get her what she needed that was difficult to find out in the wilds. Lets see: salt, rope, that new scimitar I was wanting, a rather decently made shield... but that was as far as her thoughts went. Liara's attention was quickly captivated by a notice that was posted. After asking the trader she had just finished sorting out her furs with, she was headed to the guardhouse. Not that I really want to..., but there is an expedition south? That's my home..., but there is just the woods. I wonder what the Swordlords are up to this time?
After a few moments of conversation, and also suitable innocent pretending of being an adventurer, she was given a scroll. She opened it, reading carefully. Her eyes widen at the script being very ornate and also formal, and quickly rolls it back up, putting it in her pack.
"So that's the game is it..." she muttered to herself aloud. "I wonder why the sudden interest. Though I suppose if they respect the forest, and defend it, that it would be a welcome sight to have more people moving through. Might as well make my way down to this Oleg's and see what all this is about then." Liara strapped together her gear, shouldering her pack and set out on the road. Her last thoughts on the matter were a distrustful, but also with a glimpse of hope.
Deadeye, I just hope you know what you are doing...