Daphne

Somehow, after losing count of the days she'd been travelling, Daphne found herself in the bustling city of Dale.
One would think that, being in a merchant Company, she'd be used to being around a lot of merchants, but this city seemed to be on an entirely different level. She could hardly move without bumping into some person along the streets, trying to force their wares on her.
 

A letter arrives at the headquarters of the Company of the East Road. Though the adress is written neatly, addressed to "Furley, Anastasiar, and the Company", the contents of the of the letter within are scrawly and rather hard to read; almost as a child's.

It was insane. Chaotic.
The very air around was acrid.
Though with all the chaos, death and destruction around, somehow, Daphne was still fine. Everyone was still alive and so far, she'd managed to keep Furley from injury. Or, at least...he wasn't injured yet. It may not have had anything to do with her.

The moment she had gone inside, Daphne began preparing her gear. She figured that she was the expendable one. She wasn't a leader, a Commander, a Sergeant or even a merchant. "My job is to take care of him."

Somehow, Daphne had managed not to vomit, though it took most of her concentration to do so. She was vaguely aware of shouting, and she caught some words which had caused fury to rise within her again, before the feeling in her throat distracted her once again. Somehow, she was aware of a piece of paper as Furley slid it into her hand.

She didn't want to think back on it, but Daphne's mind still often turned to the events of the previous meeting. All within the Company who held any higher position were supposed to be there and most of them had been. The purpose was to sort out their plan of action after what had happened in Minas Eriol. 

Furley sat down shortly after they left, sighing as he mentioned how worn out the danger earlier had made him feel. And she, Daphne, could see that on his face as she bent to take her helmet from the ground. 

Daphne had never before been so relieved to see the Forsaken Inn. Its dismal walls were now a landmark which told her they'd made it out. She looked behind her shoulder as she released Furley's arm; whether to make sure they weren't being followed or that she wasn't carrying a detached arm, she wasn't entirely sure.