A short silver haired girl just barely reaching five feet, dressed in high quality yet simple tan and green robes that were smudged and covered with dirt entered the village gate. Strapped to the girl’s back was a large wooden kanabo covered with iron studs that was almost as big as she was. Ling was grumbling a bit as they entered, not entirely happy about having to stay in this particular village. She’d might’ve made a teensy weensy mess the last time she was here. Said incident involving an important looking man who had a little too much to drink with grabby hands and the inability to take no for an answer.  When that had been mixed with her rather prickly attitude and unwillingness to put up with his attentions, it hadn’t ended well with the young rich man stuck up to his neck in the earth and covered with both his beer and bruises. She might’ve left him unconscious as well although she didn’t remember that part that well other than leaving there feeling very satisfied with herself. Suffice to say she wasn’t exactly thrilled about the idea of being back in the village.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the story teller’s home she looked up at him and came closed when beckoned. “It good to see you too.” When he asked about whether or not they had eaten Ling shook her head. “Nope, haven’t gotten a chance to eat dinner yet. I’m starving.” She announced, never the one to potentially give up a free meal.