Zandra sighed, "I don't know what they will think, or if they will even recognize me. But I would like to stay on the down low, you of all people should understand that." Zandra said, loud enough for Scott to hear her. It was slightly darker now, soon the sun would be gone. She looked around at the town she had grew up in, that she had protected, she knew almost everyone here. As the horse trotted she tilted her head down slightly, her hood covering up her face with shadows. Maybe she had some spare armor in her home she would switch to for the time being that they were here.<br/><br/>Glancing up a moment later she saw her small little home. "We're here..." Her voice went from tired to sounding as if she had died inside. She looked over her home, it was small and resembled the shack Scott had dropped her off at for three days. Two windows were by the door, and a large field on both sides. Once Knight Abell had died, her mother and she had used the fields as income to survive. She glanced around, due to it slowly becoming night, not many people were out. Mostly just old couples sitting outside their homes, and a few children playing games. She caught a few of them eyeing her, no doubt curious of who she was. Once they reached her home, she hopped off the horse and walked to the back of the wagon waiting for Scott's man to help her get him out.