"I've got you now." Mirdae smiled menacingly, it had been so long, this Nikola was very hard to find, so many people were willing to protect her, willing to lie for her. And yet, here she was, she knew these were her tracks, they were deep, she was well equipped, or far larger than she was originally told. Mirdae hunched over the tracks, touching them lightly, "Where are you going, I wonder." A soft rustle behind her alerted her to someone else's presence. If they were to attack, they would attack, if not, they would leave. She continued examining the foot prints, almost hoping they would say something audible, give her some sort of weakness. And yet nothing.<br/><br/>"Can I be of some assistance to you?!" Mirdae stood and turned to see a woman, much taller than she standing before her, sword drawn, ready to fight. She looked taken aback, who was this woman? "I have no time for your games, young human, please go elsewhere." She stated mechanically, if somewhat jadedly. She didn't wish to waste any of her spells, her greatest resource, on some young, misguided human, she wished to save every last drop of magic for this Nikola. "If tis truly a fight you wish, there is a town a couple hours north of here, I'm sure they'd love to test your mettle more than I." Her voice sarcastic, she turned, and began walking away, if the woman persisted in following her, she would attack. Her best defense a simple spell useful against such proud humans.