[Chapter 1.01] The Circle Market Clash
Despite the way Amara had stayed out of things, she had followed Audrahni without a moments hesitation as she had called for the group and while the cleric explained things took the time to calm herself. Her heaving chest slowly calmed as she got her fear under control, that had not been something she appreciated. She didn't like being in the center of things on the best of days let alone a panicking crowd.
Finally she exhaled after Audrahni's long explanation with a put upon sigh. Audrahni had mentioned a need for heroes to her before but never beyond the simple thought on the rare evening at the tavern. Almost quietly she dug out what she had picked up in the market, a small satchel of herbs meant to be worn around the neck, and passed it off to the cleric with a smile.
"Right, before anything else, here. To wear around the neck, I know your job doesn't smell that sweet."
After that she took her time digesting the words of Audrahni, and gave the cleric a put upon sigh. She certainly wasn't pleased with the request and Audrahni knew she didn't like getting in the thick of things. Yet, it was obvious her new friend of the past few months was seriously worried about all of this. And for that reason alone Amara didn't shoot down the idea without hesitation, she had known Audrahni was being nosy but not to this extent.
"Audrahni.... I don't like this. This smells like trouble, I'd rather we just bail. Tut, no, I know you won't. I'd still rather we do though. I'm not much for adventures, and definitely not for tales of heroics and self-sacrifice. But..." Here she looked over the group of people that had somehow assembled around Audrahni, and knew instantly they'd get themselves killed without her. Damn it. "But if I don't go, yer gonna run afoul of the guilds by nightfall aren't you? Damn it. Fine. But if we're being overwhelmed, I'm not getting myself killed over this. AND you owe me dinner and a drink when all is said and done 'drahni."