Not being the type of person who spent much time outside, Juliana was significantly slower than Whitebone when it came to traversing the ruins. By the time the two reached the tree line, she was almost out of breath. Combined with the foreboding feeling that she was already getting from the Fell, the exhaustion created a nauseating feeling that spread throughout Juliana's body. The more time she spent in this place, the more it seemed like it was a bad idea to stick around. On top of that, the fact that Whitebone seemed to stall for a few seconds before finally venturing into the tree line didn't exactly inspire confidence in her.
Juliana instinctively clutched her necklace in one hand as she followed deeper into the forest. She tried her best to keep her eyes locked in front of her, knowing full well that letting them wander would only make her feel worse. Her muscles tensed up, only relaxing when she caught a glimpse of a burning fire. Looks like this guy was serious about camping out here, after all. He seemed cheerful as ever, perfectly content to wander around a place that most people wouldn't dare step foot in. As he removed his cloak, Juliana took note of Whitebone's tattoos. Those kind of markings were often used to enhance a person's magical talents, though they could also simply be for decoration. For now, she couldn't come to a reliable conclusion.
"So, there's more than one of you guys, and you actually live out here?" Juliana paused for a moment and shook her head disapprovingly. "I can't even imagine what could drive a person to do something like that. Even if you find something interesting every once in a while, the amount of messed up stuff you come across out here must be sickening... but then again, I suppose anybody that wanders into the Fell has a damn good reason for it."
Juliana instinctively clutched her necklace in one hand as she followed deeper into the forest. She tried her best to keep her eyes locked in front of her, knowing full well that letting them wander would only make her feel worse. Her muscles tensed up, only relaxing when she caught a glimpse of a burning fire. Looks like this guy was serious about camping out here, after all. He seemed cheerful as ever, perfectly content to wander around a place that most people wouldn't dare step foot in. As he removed his cloak, Juliana took note of Whitebone's tattoos. Those kind of markings were often used to enhance a person's magical talents, though they could also simply be for decoration. For now, she couldn't come to a reliable conclusion.
"So, there's more than one of you guys, and you actually live out here?" Juliana paused for a moment and shook her head disapprovingly. "I can't even imagine what could drive a person to do something like that. Even if you find something interesting every once in a while, the amount of messed up stuff you come across out here must be sickening... but then again, I suppose anybody that wanders into the Fell has a damn good reason for it."