Kaya pulled up and lifted her front hooves at the greeting, a clear if instinctual response to meeting friendly peoples. As her feet landed, she glanced about the clearing, sizing up her potential opponents.<span style="font-style: italic">One, two, three...Damn. Can't handle more than three at one time. Prioritise...</span><br/><br/>She racked her lance along her side, setting the gift along the hooks in her armour made specifically to rest it.<span style="font-style: italic">One Sidhe. Captain always said they were a pain, and take them out first if'n I could. <span style="font-weight: bold">Damn</span>, a Jotun. I'll have to take him first, and then the smaller ones.</span><br/><br/>She reached up and removed her helm as the Sidhe called out to her, the voice small and echoing as the metal slid past her ears.<span style="font-style: italic">The Meerah I can probably ignore until the end. Maybe a hoof as I go by if she proves more intimidating than she looks. And the...what?</span>Even out of her thoughts, Kaya stared at the cat watching her as she made herself recognisable to these people.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Bloody hell that is a big cat. Maybe it and the Jotun first? This is sticky....</span>Kaya grinned lopsidedly as the Meerah called the warning about trolls. "Nay ta worry 'bout them, mistress. Ah've killed plenny of 'em an' the like o' 'em since ah earned me lance. But what are all ah you doin' this far out in these woods? Are ye an adventurin' party, summoned ta deal wivvem? And what names do ah call ye by?" Her smile did not enter her eyes, and in fact her glance flicked about in an easy-to-identify fighter's response. While her thoughts raced, her eyes followed.<span style="font-style: italic">And that is one damn big lizard, too, with a rider. I'm in trouble if things turn bad, and no mistake. Too many damnable slowfolk.</span><br/><br/>"They call me Kaya. Other titles an' things follow if'n ye'r interested, but you look like busy folks. Did ye kill all ovvem by yourselves?" While she shook her hair out of its bun, her eyes cut a simple check over the treeline, making sure no ambushes would come on her flanks. Under her armour, her legs twitched, anticipating action even if there would be none now. It had been too long since her last pitched battle.