Kaya glared about the clearing behind them, not bothering to mask her looking for additional members of their group, and snorted. "Ye'r no' exactly the trustin' sort, eh? I c'n imagine why. Fine, fine, I'll letcha know it all, if'n it'll help ease yer minds." With that, she unracked her spear and slammed the butt down into the turf at her hooves. Her left hand travelled up to place the index finger upon her brow, then her throat, before settling on her hip. Her back straightened, chin raised, and she switched to parade ground voice.<br/><br/>"Kayastrassa Elkar'rinosi of th' Clans Long Roads in Winter an' Crimson Hooves in Moon's Sleep, Master Sergeant ah Cavalry in th' mercenary company Hellcats retired wit' full honours, Knight Errant with no oath ah fealty. Thirty-two enemies slain in single combat, including five undead. Person'l oath ta uphold protection ah tha innocent wherever Ah find it threatened." After snapping that off, she re-racked her spear again and put both hands upon her hips, a frown on her face. "As fer what ah'm doin' at this exact moment? Ah've no idea. Ah usually trade my services fer room an' board, but ah'm between jobs at th' moment. Troll slayin' sound like just th' ticket ta stave off th' monotony of th' road. If'n ye want the help, that is. I c'n promise ye you won't have ta worry 'bout me sticking a knife in yer back, if that's yer worry. Faolan and Darach would have me hooves if'n ah betrayed a companion."<br/><br/>As she spoke, her face relaxed, ears rotating back up to stick straight up, although the left seemingly couldn't raise above a diagonal angle. Her expression remained dour, but it no longer looked liked she disapproved of her surroundings. However, she did seem to be gaining in impatience, as her front two hooves began alternating her weight. "Although if we stand here wagglin' our jaws too long, the trail'll be cold afore we get to it. Though mayhaps yon' cat might be able to track well enough?" She lifted her chin at Brom.