"Agreed." Nods Xylaal with an even tempered grin. Her green eyes survey the crowd one by one; Laragorn, Roth and Toth, Easton, Siteri, Hokinon, Tovera, Farren, Spetyco, Zhai, Satayne and Zorbels. She hasn't made her mind up about Spetyco as yet, was he being sincere? But her mind is open and curious.
Xylaal retrieves her pack and pick from the tree and throws it over her back. She crinkles her nose after getting a whiff of her own smell, the armor is a bit ripe and so is she.
"I'll need to fill my canteen and wash up down at the river before we set out Zhai." Zhai nods and Xylaal disappears into the woods.
Xylaal returns, her green skin dripping, the gills on her neck turned plum red from an underwater swim, her long black hair soaked and flopping against her armor which had the odor of broken leaves and rubbed herbs. Everyone was finishing up breakfast and still talking.
She is ready and squats down honing her daggerblade on her thigh leather..