Barrow Fields Karma keeps me cautious and bourbon keeps me brave

When a figure appeared, Rosalyn expected Drageda, and she almost bolted then and there.  Her heart picked up at the thought of it - she couldn't risk injuries again, and if they found her here, likely it wouldn't go her way.  But it wasn't them... the figure was too small, and seems just as frozen.

She should really leave.  She hesitated a minute, torn between simply turning tail and finding out who this was.  Maybe they knew the fate of some of her crew, or maybe they were just a stranger.  The risk though... shit.  She was curious.  She needed to know.  She took a few steps closer, with her ears and posture forward, unthreatening.  She only would go so close as to make her intention to talk obvious... and to see who this might be.  If they looked familiar, then she would be gone in an instant, running for the forests where she and Erzulie were set to meet.