With a quick glance behind her, Mirdae saw the woman was no longer following her.<span style="font-style: italic">Thank the gods.</span>She looked down, she had strayed from the tracks a bit in her attempt to lose the youth, so she would have to keep an eye out for them, a very cautious eye. She scolded herself for being spotted even once, although what would the young woman say? 'it was the tiny elf?' Mirdae chuckled slightly, and moved onward, walking through the trees slowly.<br/><br/>"There you are." She spoke slowly as she found the tracks once again. This time, not wanting any more unwanted guests, she pulled a hood over her slivery blond hair, and with the light touch of her hand the color of the cloth shifted, lightened, tinted to match the trees and shrubbery. With a wry smile, Mirdae pulled her pack closer to her, and followed the tracks. Soon she would be upon her prey, her mind filled with ways to defeat this enemy, magic? Poison? Maybe start by blinding her, or maybe Carrion crawler brain juice, one drop on her skin, Mirdae could dispose of her any way she wanted after that. A dark laugh echoed through her mind, this Nikola was worth quite a bit, said to have survived nearly a dozen poison attempts in a single evening, stopped a blade with her bare hands, even defeated half dozen broken wands by simply ignoring their magic. Mirdae wasn't sure how much any of the rumors were true, poison could be faulty in the wrong hands, dull blades could be stopped with cheap bread, and many illusory effects found in magic are easy enough to shrug off. She sighed, and continued walking, near enough the foot prints to see them, hidden beneath her camouflaged garb.