Narcisa

Narcisa looked at the camp in open dismay. They were already leaving again? After it taken her two of solid walking alone across hostile territory to reach here?

With a sigh she entered the camp, absently returning Elsa's nod, though her eyes were swiftly drawn towards the strange looking virago. After a moment of hesitation she offered her hand. "Astoria? Pleased to meet you. I'm Narcisa. Why were the Duke's men keeping you prisoner?"