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Teigra turns to face Tangle, looks at him for a moment, and then scoffs. "Paradise? You call this paradise?" She shakes her head to let him know she realizes he did not mean his comment seriously. She stares off into the darkness and sighs heavily, "To be honest, this is the most excitement I've seen in awhile. My life wasn't all that thrilling before this. I left my home about 40 or 50 years ago and moved to a city off the beaten path. I lived my life with as little contact between myself and any other intelligent lifeform as possible. I took odd jobs every now and then, just to make enough money to get by. A simple life." She looked back to Tangle, "And what about you Tangle? What's your story?"

Teigra remains crouched on the edge of the firelight as the orc, the blind monk, and the deaf oracle head off into the woods in search of firewood. As they disapeer into the darkness she turns her head just enough so that she may see the last two remaining party members out of the corner of her eye. The frog creature remains atop his pets belly also watching the three leave the camp in search of firewood, seeming pleased by the turn of events. Teigra shifts uncomfortably, trying to think of something to say...

Teigra sits at the edge of the firelight, glancing around at her strange new companions, still not quite sure how much she trusted them. Her gaze travels slowly back to the dying fire thinking about all that had happened since they landed on this strange island...