Mhairi's nnext to appear, with a backback secured on her back. Her normal goth attire has transformed into something that still retained the flavour, but was hardier. The circle of fire that was her Hedgespun choker was as it always was, worn and resting against her throat. Her Hedgespun war fans were within easy reach, but not quite as visible. Never underestimate surprise.
Which flits across the Wisp's face as she came across Circe. Was she actually going to pay these cannibals in arms?
Mhairi tugs on the strap of her, quite full, backpack. Sure she brought a few things to trade, but that was one thing. And there was nothing pre-assembled. Nothing that was already a weapon.
And to give guns to friends of the Margraves....Mhairi knew they should have taken more time to talk.
Mhairi swallows and wonders just what everyone's goals for this...adventure were. Did they even match up?
The Wisp swallows her Fear, and reflexive anxiety to greet the others, "Hey,"
Equipment: HS Choker +1 Defence. HS War fans 1L. Token Bronze Lead Keychain +1Academics(researching), +2Speed. Leather Jacket(reinforced clothing 1/0), flashlight, several water bottles, trail mix, jerky, spare cloths. The same thrift store items: worn push teddy bear, a necklace missing several beads, a tiedyed t-shirt. Plus a few Hedgespun reagents, an autumn sigh, a spright's sneeze, captured moon glow and beads of crushed resignation.