Rain ran her hand over the crossbow, for probably the hundredth time, "Sour Belly, it is beautiful."  She had finally given and stopped calling him, 'Sir Sour Belly'.  She looked up at him with a grin, "You have made quite an impression here.  Thank you for that."<br/><br/>She turned her attention back to her crossbow.  HER crossbow.  Something that was made just for her.  Even though she coveted the crossbow, she knew it was a weapon.  Something that she was going to use to kill...things.  The had to remain things in her mind.  It wasn't that she hadn't killed before, but that has been for food.  That was completely different than what she was about to undertake.<br/><br/>Their packed were ready and she glanced around the house that she had spent her entire life in.  "We should probably go now."  She blinked a few times.  Odds were, she would never return here.  And if she did, the place would not be the same.