[grabbing a water, Tempest gravitates to the back the back of the group, taking a seat on some crates stacked high enough that she can get a good look at the group gathered. Falling into old habits meant she was gauging strengths and weaknesses, going over the plans in her head, and - dammit, water was not a good replacement for a cheap glass of ale.
She sighs and reaches up to push back her hood, rubbing at her temple for a moment. What she wouldn't give for some alcohol right now - just enough to take the edge off her nerves]
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She sighs and reaches up to push back her hood, rubbing at her temple for a moment. What she wouldn't give for some alcohol right now - just enough to take the edge off her nerves]