A few marbles short

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Maea jumped a little, as the voice came to her from behind. She'd not expected company beyond the uncanny sort, so when she turned to look at the man who'd hurried up to her side the smile she gave him was faint, and somewhat bemused. "Yes, quite alright" she replied. "So far, at least. I suppose it's a question best saved for later though, considering where I'm headed." She indicated the snarly brambles and gnarled trees up ahead. She kept her pace up, not pausing to talk - she wasn't sure she could bring herself to continue if she did. Maea did throw a curious glance at the stranger however. His was not a face she had seen before, and that was rather unusual. Even after the increased onslaught of outlanders and the barrier falling, her mind was stuck in the time where the Grounds were isolated and everyone knew everyone else, if not by face or name then by rumor. "I don't think we've met... I'm Maea." Glancing down to his pack, and the very sensible dagger she'd not remembered to bring. Oops. "You've business in here?"