Missing Caravan

[Selina Parcellus]

Selina listens. She turns her head to look Betimi in the eyes as she does, but glances away every now and then so as not to seem creepy. She listens as Betimi describes her connection to Beast and it makes perfect sense why she would take this loss so heavily. Selina only wished she could have spared her this pain. After all, there was no such connection between Selina and her mule.

"We are built to make connections, Betimi, whether we want to or not. That you make a connection with such a creature that saved your life is both admirable and understandable. I understand this connection was important to you and, you should know, that if ever you need an ear or a shoulder, I am always willing to give."

She looks up and grins slightly at the guard's embarrassment, reaching down to detach her Morningstar. "I lend you my weapon until we find you something closer to your preference. I seem to have taken to this piece of leather quite well." She indicates her sling. "We also liberated a number of small spears from the creatures. I am only guessing they can be used as javelins at worst." She refocuses her attention on Betimi, letting her make the next move. Then she blushes in mild embarrassment. "I...beg your pardon, sir, but in all this haste and sudden activity I have neglected the basic formalities. My name is Selina, this is Betimi. What might your name be?"