She had to explore the woods a little bit longer and pick up a few more things. The male would be fine all his own and chances are, if he died, he probably deserved it. Or so she thought. As the priestess continued to roam and gather she ventured deeper into the forest. Some supplies were deeper into the land, near the border. She could smell the familiar scent of smoke and metal followed soon after by a voice. This one was actually calling for help, until the other. It was a male. There was no questioning it. The red haired female trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Why could she not just turn away and let things be? Because it was not in her nature. She was ever curious and if it was a person in need, she definitely could not turn her back. Male or Female. She heard no other noise afterwards, but knew the direction. Closer to the forest's edge. Her bow still on her back and the bag hung on her shoulder as her pace quickened as she made her way through the brush and the vines. A slithering serpent like creature crossed paths with her but it was easily avoided. She walked into a bit of a clearing and walked along the edge for a little while.<br/><br/>What her eyes landed upon had her walking into the nearest woods as opposed to walking the forest edge in the open. The hood of her robe was lifted, hiding her red locks and shading her face from the light. As she walked she spotted a body on the ground. There had to be others. He was going to die as he was. So much blood spilled. Undoubtedly his own. She remained hidden in the brush. Counting the seconds and listening for others.