As much as the elf would like to believe that she was the only force behind her kills, she knew that was not the case. The power that thrummed through her sword made it viciously sharp when slicing an enemy, precise when it hit her target, and light as it sung through the air. It helped her to remain an accurate hunter. Natalia couldn't help but grin when her blade sliced clean through the neck of a mutant, causing its head to fall and roll away. She turned, expecting to face another mutilated creature—only to find silence. All of them were dead, and she still stood amongst them, panting lightly and clutching the pommel of her sword.<br/><br/>Was the battle over? She looked to her left, observing the Dawi that was no longer plunging his axe into the bellies of mutants. And it was then that Captain Schiller approached the three to thank them. She simply waved a dismissive hand and grabbed a small cloth from her pocket, beginning to wipe down her bloody blade to clean it off before sheathing it on her back once more. The dark-haired female to her right made a comment towards the Dawi that had her chuckling under her breath, finding her remark amusing. He'd tried sending them both off to 'save themselves,' but they'd done just fine, and now they had won.<br/><br/>When the female asked about the next meeting point, the blonde nodded her head. "One of the fighters wanted to meet me there after this was over," she replied, glancing around the damaged makeshift battlefield. "I don't know about the rest of these guys, but I deserve a drink after that." Fighting tens of mutants had not been on her schedule for the day, and Natalia planned on enjoying herself a little before continuing on her journey. Besides, she intended on finding Gilliam now that the battle was over and he was somewhere in this little torn village.<br/><br/>The dark-haired beauty extended a hand as she introduced herself, giving a name of Simoon, from a family of mercenaries. If the elf wasn't mistaken, she recognized the name, but didn't say as much. She simply returned the gesture and replied, "Natalia. The pleasure's mine." She looked briefly between the human female and the Dawi male. "If the others are anything like us, I have a slight interest in meeting them." And saying hello to an old friend. Not knowing whether the dwarf would follow or not, she told him the name, to give him the option of coming by later. "Salty Sow Inn. I'd bet my knife ears that someone buys you at least one drink," Natalia teased, though only the corners of her lips were faintly quirked. Still, it didn't take her elven senses to know that he reeked of alcohol and would likely not reject the opportunity of getting a free drink. He was a warrior, and she hoped he would join the warrior's party.<br/><br/>Natalia turned to Simoon, then, and gestured with her own hand. "Shall we?" she insisted, beginning to walk away from the town square and towards where she believed to be the Salty Sow Inn. She wasn't really interested in tending to the civilian's wounds or needs; they'd fled when danger came and she'd done her part to protect them. Surely there were others that could help them now—like that old woman she'd spotted not moments ago. Those who fought deserved now to celebrate their victory, in her opinion. And that's exactly what she planned to do.