Mirdae approached the voices, she was sure of it. As she neared, one thought rang in her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">The human girl.. again!?</span>Her mind was not a pleasant place at present, thinking of ways to dispatch the young woman then deal with her target. She pulled her hood closer around her body, and squatted, lowering herself to the ground, once low enough, she removed her pack, and dug out her box of poisons and a dagger. "One little nick" She whispered to herself, Dipping the dagger in a malicious green substance. The smell was almost unearthly, rancid, like day old death, but more hearty, like rotting fruit. The smell wafted from the vial, and was soon barely present. With a swift motion she flung the dagger, laced in the now nearly invisible poison.<br/><br/>THUD.<br/><br/>Not her target!? Her target now face down in the soil, her dagger lodged itself into a tree some 40 paces away.<span style="font-style: italic">WHAT!?</span>Her mind rang, she never missed, she was deadly with a dagger, all halflings were! Her eyes wide, she now saw what lay on the other side of the child. Nikola... With a heavy sigh she realized even she was not alone in this god-forsaken forest.<span style="font-style: italic">How many people wish to die today?</span>Her mind asked, the rhetoric hidden by malice. She placed the box back in her sack, and her sack upon her back. She wound her way around the clearing occasionally catching a heavy, almost burdening scent. Perfume? Probably ale, one present was a half-orc, which lent itself nicely to the stereotype of all half-orcs taking after their parents, why else would someone sleep with an orc? Mirdae chuckled silently, she positioned herself in a tree, slightly light headed, she shook her thoughts free, and stared her target down, her icy blue eyes finally putting a face to the name.