Otter Creek Hiding from the sunshine,

"You share not of your own name." She did not wish to divuldge to much on her personal life, prefering to keep it at bay. Dragoon turned the conversation around and asked of his own, something she had not been granted yet. The whispful woman wasn't sure what this man's motive, and for his questions. She almost would've assumed he would want something of her, but then again, one could never know.

Eyes followed the man to the river as he entered, and she stayed by the shore, keeping dry.

"I'm only a mercenary for hire." Her journey did not matter, as Dragoon aimlessly wandered without a real purpose. It was what she only knew, and continued to doing. It wasn't the best life, she will admit, but the ghost was satisfied with it.