Otter Creek Hiding from the sunshine,

She understood the confusion of her statement, and started to clarify, "I can withstand it for hire- it's a temporary pass. It's what needed for food and shelter." Dragoon was willing to exchange that few days of peace for the quality time of being a mercenary. Though, she has always been one, after all. Not every job however has been chaotic. Perhaps hypocritcal, but it was how the wisp felt.

"However I don't want to settle in one- and throw my loyalty to one that does so. I've passed a few who spill blood for pride, and the streak follows."

"I am given a task, and complete it as so, and go on my way. You're welcome to take that information how you want." Dragoon was not loyal to anyone, but the task given. To her best abilities, the mercenary will do that job she is given, and once completed, on her way. Staying too long and getting caught with constant battles was not an interest. 

She rather enjoyed the Mercenary life, bouncing to Pack to Pack, but keeping away from their turmoils and inner drama.