Neverwinter Forest Because I don't trust you to understand me

The question brought her to an immediate, skidding halt. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Running, she said, her tone implying that it should have been obvious what she was doing. She hadn't talked to this guy yet; he was fairly new, and she had been a little preoccupied. Tone softening just a little, she added: I like to do it to clear my head. She shrugged. And I wanted to see how much of the borders I could cover before getting tired. She shrugged again. It would probably be useful information at some point. I'm Simmik, she offered then. And then she waited for his name. Already, there were questions brewing in her head, but she withheld them for now.