<span style="font-style: italic">Breath in...Breath out. Watch your target. Let your weapon be merely an extension of your own arm.</span>Effie thought to herself while moving about a hay stuffed dummy, her practice sword hitting the thing left and right, horizontal and vertical. True, Effie was among the better swordsman in the humans encampment, but she had not been recognized for it. While Effie had devoted her life to killing elves, she was still regarded as a lowly soldier: but Effie didn't mind. All she wanted was the chance to kill the monsters that had taken the lives of her comrades...her friends, and the only person she had ever truly loved. Thinking of this only forced Effie to move faster. Effie didn't have size on her size: in fact she had spent almost all she had in order to get a sword tempored just for her. Yes, there were other women, but few ever committed to being a soldier.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Drip...</span>A droplet of sweat fell to the ground as the slim woman stood straight and looked at her work. The dummy was still useable, but Effie had caused a good chunk of the stuffing to fall out of it and land on the ground. Wiping the sweat from her brow, Effie placed the practice back where is belonged and headed for the river that flowed nearby. Those at the camp new the very same one went right past the elvin camp, so it wasn't ever drunk from until purified, but it alright to wash up in.<br/><br/>Once there, Effie stepped into the cold water and emersed herself in the water. Just because the other soldiers didn't wash regularly didn't mean Effie had to smell bad. She was a sticker for personally hygiene and, like everything else, she set aside a specific time in which to take care of herself. After cleaning herself from the sweat that had accumulated, Effie slink back to her tent, her clothes soaked, which only helped to lower her body temperature on the cold morning.<br/><br/>Inside her tent, Effie changed into her tailored soldier's uniform and headed for the nearest firepit for some breakfast. "G'mornin Effie." one of the women cooks of the camp greeted her with a bright smile. "How was practice?" while Effie got little respect from her superiors, she was held with great asteem among the woman of the camp. "It went very well, thank you Elsa." Bending over the pot of mysterious stew, Effie took a deep breath. "Mmmm, sure smells good today! Pour me a big ol' bowl." With a big smile, Effie sat next to the fire as the other woman handed her a large bowl full of a thick, yellow, substance. "Mmm I may have developed an appetite this morning. It might even be enough to rival a man's!" Effie laughed heartily while shoveling the food into her mouth spoonful by spoonful