[Philyra Nye]

Philyra had shuddered when she had heard the noice started off in the distants. Either was fine by themselves and could even be enjoyable, but gods together. Falconeye and her shared the commonality of being half elven, and the redhead had always hoped that they could become more of friends, it wasn't often and less so in a city the size of Acumin to find another half elf.

Matthes had always seemed a little essentric. The young woman had listened to the stories of Matthes about being a ranger and much to her mothers dismay. He was about the only elderly man she talked with since she tended to avoid elderly men since they always felt that they had to comment on her beauty, her hair, or pinch her rear.

She walked into the mayhem wondering what was going on. Her water pouch hung around her belt and her cheap knife was secure on her belt, and the food in a backpack that was slung across her back. Her hair had been bound into a pony tail and lay over her shoulder resting on her chest now.

She walked into the clearing and blinked. The rangers weren't the imperial military, but still this was taking free form disipline a little far. "Falconeye, Matthes I am here." Her grey eyes were amused and exasperated at the same time. "Lets see are we expecting anyone else?" She said taking in all the supplies that were spread around to see what she thought was and wasn't needed.