Throughout the night, as she walked home, Holtâ€™s little â€˜reminderâ€™ and â€˜words of wisdomâ€™ echoes in her mind. She knew well what lies in those woods. Some say wolves, others say there are demons nesting in there; she has always thought it was both. Demonsâ€¦ wolvesâ€¦ it didnâ€™t matter what was there it was all troublesome either way. As much as Holt tried to speak to the group she could see right through him and didnâ€™t quite appreciate that he somewhat sugar coated the fact that he could care less if his hired help came out of this alive or not. Mira had every intention of coming out of this alive, while some people may say that those thoughts got people killed. She may have an annoying and rather nonchalant demeanor but she knew when to be seriousâ€¦ kind of. Inside she was still a child but give her a sword and she acted like she had been wielding it for years.<br/><br/>Miraâ€™s home was barely that; it was more like an attic space in an inn, on the top floor. Had she any real money she would probably marry and try to settle into an actual house. Nah. If she did that she would more than likely have to quit her job. She didnâ€™t sleep well that night.<br/><br/>When morning came she gathered a few things she felt she needed before setting out. First and foremost her sword and bow; her most essential equipment since she was useless without it. She sighed when she picked up her sword. It was given to her by a high ranking and very well respected member of the Illuminate after she beat him in a friendly duel. It was a fine sword that would be greater if she could afford a blacksmith. Her bow was custom made for her, also won in a duel â€“the guy agreed to â€˜tuneâ€™ it so it suited her. She also packed a small satchel with several medicines â€“which she had realized were from a local clinic. So that was where she recognized Eva from she told herself- just in case she were to be left for dead if seen as deadweight or if they thought she had served her purpose. Knights could care less about who lives and dies, but the Illuminate would not stand for such insolence and were there to help those in need and protect those who were wounded.<br/><br/>Before she approached the group, she took in a deep breath to calm herself but couldnâ€™t help but smile at the three Knights (one being Holt) that stood near the gate. One was a pretty boy who in her opinion should not be out here fighting in spite of his impressive sword. That light smile of his irritated her; even she, who was notorious for thinking everything was a game, was not smiling.  The other, an older Knight, standing stiffly with a likewise stony gaze, seeming a little more professional than his companion. Holt was still a larger man than the two of them put together. Neither spoke. Knights were too serious, simply put. That was when she decided to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>â€œGood morning, men, I hope you all slept well.â€ She looked Holt and his companions over again then smiled casually, â€œI hope you can fight as well as you can guzzle liquor, Holt. I take it these men are here to prop you up if your hangover proves to be too much for you?â€ Oh, perhaps it has been failed to mention that her version of lightening the mood was throwing out a few teases here and there as a sort of â€˜motivationâ€™ for the other members of the group. Worry not for her words held no malice in them what so ever; a small bit of resentment towards being an expendable meat shield maybe but certainly not malice. Again she knew her place and was aware of the pecking order so to speak, for lack of words, which had kindly been laid out the other night.<br/><br/>Her smile stayed for a moment longer before she looked out to the woods. They were indeed dangerousâ€¦ she has seen men come out of there torn to shreds whenever they went to investigate so a part of her worried about Eva and Sydney (though she was sure she neednâ€™t worry) and their safe return. If any trouble arose, she would be more than willing to help them out. Mira was a trustworthy ally through and through, in the end.