"Grr... it's freezing around here... what sort of mountains are these, covered in ice and snow as far as the eye can see?"  Sares Aranel muttered under her freezing breath, holding her thin, leather cloak close to her body, the smooth, dark flesh of the volcanic elf's body not used to such a cold climate.  Nor was her outfit either, as she was quickly finding out.  Long, elaborate dark panther hide boots extended up her shapely legs, encompassing almost both entirely up to her hips, where the elaborately buckled foot and legwear connected to her welpling scaled corset, hugging her body tightly though the thong-like posterior region leaving little to the imagination, not to mention the skin tight, thining over her crotch.  A simple strap of mountain goat leather spread over her breasts, well a small portion of them anyway, the subtle elasticity of the leather perfect for her bust's needs.<br/><br/>Strapped to her legs were a pair of handheld, twin crossbows, always loaded and ready to go for any emergency situation, sitting next to a dragonlash whip, a particularly heirloom of her kind.  It wasn't hers originally, but hey, the owner wouldn't be missing it... and no one would be missing him.  Finally, a large, heavy duty dark elven crossbow sat slotted along her back, along with a full pouch of bolts.  Her gear identified her as a hunter or ranger, though in truth, she was neither in any official capacity.  She was a wanderer, having left behind the cozy yet cutthroat society of her kind high up in the Caldera Mountains.  By this point, she had wandered about to the point she had no idea how to get back, though in truth, she wasn't in any hurry to do so either.<br/><br/>Stopping for a moment to catch her breath, her boots were planted stiffly into the high snow, which reached up almost to her thighs. The 5'7" dark skinned woman with brilliant white hair was surely out of her element, so she was having doubts whether the reward for this bandit those folks had talked about was even worth it.  After all... she could easily just go back and take what was theirs...<br/><br/>After a short rest, she proceeded through the thick fog and snowfall, tugging her hood down low over her face to save most of it from being blasted directly by the cold chilling wind.  Yet she also felt her flexible leather gloves start to freeze in place, and was forced to change hands every so often to keep them going.  Finally, she happened upon a ruined village.<br/><br/>"Well it looks like he was probably around here," she said, the whipping winds silencing her to everyone around.  Taking another step, the wood beneath the snow creaked rather loudly, and her eyes widened as she noticed a flash of movement up ahead.  There was a figure there, and it looked HUGE!  "Blast it all..." she groaned before jumping away and rolling behind the ruins of a barn, drawing her twin hand crossbows.  Obviously, she had lost the element of surprise.  "GIVE IT UP, NEZ!  YOU'RE COMPLETELY SURROUNDED!" she yelled toward the figure's direction, lying through her teeth.