There Adela stood, amid the frozen tundra. Her cloak was flowing wildly around her with the hood up, providing her protection from the blistering winds. Her eyes looking down a little, seeing a sizable amount of blood in the powder white snow. Her lips cornered into a frown. She took a deep breath venturing closer to the splatter.<br/><br/>The snow was disturbed around it, but no victim or murderer was around. She was alone for once in a long while. She pulled down her hood as she knelt down, her small hands clasping together. Her head bend downward, a light gleaming off her. In hushed tones she spoke, quietly and quickly. Praying for the life of the lost to find peace in the afterlife.<br/><br/>She soon stood up, the light from her dimming as she did. She looked around herself, seeing if anyone was trying to sneak up on her. She had to be careful here, that is what some stories had told her. Even if she was just close to the boarder she had to be cautious. Her left hand placed itself casually on the handle of the sword.<br/><br/>She stood very still, her breathing calm and silent. Her eyes gleaming a little. Her hair whipped unwillingly in the winterâ€™s air, the bells on her head jingling a little. Her jaw clenched, she felt a presence coming. Her eyes squinted a little, her mind trying to perceive where this newcomer may be coming from. A small frustration made her eyes twinge with a harshness most would not be able to see. Her mind could not find whoever was coming.<br/><br/>She tried to look for them, but sheâ€™d be lucky to spot anything with the blinding snowfall covering her vision. She sighed closing her eyes as she pulled out her sword. She held it at her side, as she waited for her guest to arrive.