"Ev'rythin' from bucklers to rounds to greats. What's your style, kitten? Ya a heavy fighter, or do ya prefer a quick guard and movement?" She asked, leading him over to a wall of shields.<br/><br/>Rachel would find that the biggest bother this far was only a few cavern spiders, who skittered curiously over her before hopping away as she squirmed. Otherwise, she made her way down with nothing to get in her way. She reached the main chamber of the cavern a few moments later, a huge air pocket deep beneath the earth where light shine brightly from a huge crystal erupting in the center. Mythril. A gorgeous specimen, and with such a pure state. A chance to mine this up couldn't be passed up like this. There was only a slight problem. Laying on its side, boredom poking at the ground while supported by its broad sword, was the dreaded knight the hiker barked about. Clad in a suit of Mythril armor, it's sword made of the same stuff. At the moment it seemed not to notice her.