Heron Lake Plateau The Indie Queens are Waiting

A mercenary? Niamh loved the word- it made her grin to think of herself as such. It was a well known DeMonte trait, afterall, to be a wanderer. She tilted her head from one side to the other in consideration before she shrugged, and nodded.

”I don’t like to be still,” She said. ”So I’m happy to guard, or scout, so I guess you could call me a mercenary,” She said. ”Does the pack have need for one?”