Evadne wiggled her toes in her boots as she thought of the question. Shrugging she removed her leather boots and sighed with relief. There weren't too many blisters at least. The young warrior settled herself into the rocky ground, nodding in approval at the fact that no fires were lit. For a while she simply tilted her head back and looked at the stars.

A yawn escaped her, before she reminded herself to answer. "Truly, my position doesn't matter to me. But I do hate having to take orders, which might throw a wrench into the things I might be willing to do. Usually I wait for an opening to try and charge into the enemy camp and take out the important people." Her dark hair fell freely around her shoulders, now unbound, as she bent her head back onto her pack. It was the closest thing Evadne had to a pillow and she wasn't about to ask her dark clad companions for such a thing. The knight already owed them enough as it was.