The rest of the caravan trip to Korvosa was rather uneventful, much to Visara’s dismay. She got over it, by falling into the guard duty as was expected of her. Luckily, the encounters with dangerous animals were enough to keep the barbarian girl satisfied and entertained as she watches the other caravan guards handle them.
At night, the conversations with the other two girls in the sisterhood proved insightful and interesting. For her part, Visara recounted her travels along the border fighting orcs, mercenaries, and otherwise leaving a trail of destruction. Of her origins, Visara has little to say other than originating from the Kodor Mountains. It’s not that she’s secretive about her past, but feels that it’s of little importance.
On the evening that finally Gweyn questions Narissa, Visara sits cross legged at the fire listening with half an ear. She is busy mending one of her fur and leather gloves used to cover her forearms. The task has become increasing more frustrating and difficult in the past few months since manifesting her draconic heritage. Dragonic claws don’t seem to cut out for sewing and as such, Visara is paying more attention to her to the project in her lap than the other two girls.
However, she starts tuning into the conversation as Narissa explains her gifts, and Hextor’s guidance. On the subject of wings, Visara wonders if she’ll end up with a pair herself. She felt that her draconic manifestation had a ways to go yet. Perhaps with the guidance of her new deity, Visara thought she would be able to unlock the rest of her potential, possibly gaining some dragon wings herself. Mayhap, she would even please Hextor enough to receive gifts of her own.
At Gweyn’s last question, Visara chimes in as she brushes her wild hair out of her face, “Yes, what is the plan once we reach Korvosa?”