Nyshra approached the cave in all the adornments of her warrior race, a scaled gown down to banded metal boots, horned cap with a glittering steel veil. A light steel shield was strapped to a leather bracer, in her left hand grasped a torch whose flames lapped light across the stony walls around her and alongside the gentle jingle of her mailed guise a light wooden tap of a spear's base followed the march of her step. A sword at her side, a pair of throwing axes, a study belt, a rope with grapple and a travel pack. Beautiful violet eyes would peer free of the helmet's vision holes while she delved toward the rear of the cave. For whatever would come, she was ready; or so this ideal would keep her stride true into this place.