Natalia nodded to the half-elf that stalked beside her. She knew that her journey would be long, tedious, and - most of all - dangerous. "I know," she said solemnly. Her green eyes glinted with the thrill of a hunt, for that was what they were doing: hunting down the ruins, and whatever horrors lay inside. "For starters, my name is Natalia," she murmured, her steps quiet in the still forest. Her body was well-toned, from years of training to fight in the rings of the city she was born in. Her muscular thighs were clothed in dark brown leggings, and a forest-green tunic. Settled on top of her shoulders was a set of light, well-constructed plate mail that conformed to her body snugly, leaving little of her curves to the imagination.<br/><br/>"Are you ready, Theif?" She asked, her voice low; she didn't know what might be lurking nearby, and the less they talked, the better. Her instincts were sending up a red flag that told her she needed to be careful. At her hip, a hand-and-a-half sword was belted and sheathed. Strung on her back was a bow, a quiver full of arrows stretching from her left hip to her right shoulder, snugly fit to her back. The villagers had done well in outfitting her, in arming her, in giving her all the protection they could.