<div class="floatleft">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/2f9eba9d50cfed4182076e183121868d_zpsf0668f64.jpg)</div>Following in the wake of the priestess and her horse was a young woman just barely come of age. Elongated, pointed ears and vividly green eyes suggested a not entirely human ancestry. She wore a high-collared black leather jacket and similarly dark pair of form-fitting trousers. Her clothing was worn and threadbare, with some tears in the fabric sewed up crudely, while other rips were left alone - usually those on her thighs, to reveal a glimpse of creamy skin beneath. Contrasting with her dark ensemble was a simple white shirt under the jacket, tied in a knot at the waist to expose her navel. She was well-equipped for a long journey, with a rapier by her side, a bow and quiver full of arrows on her back, and a pack filled with travelling supplies and the tools of her former trade.<br/><br/>"My name is<em>Minyche</em>Leaf," the half-elf introduced herself sullenly. "You racist hag," she added in a mutter so low that nobody could hear, throwing a look of loathing in Juris's direction.<em>Points</em>was a term used to degrade her elven heritage and pointed ears. It was also a name she allowed her closest friends to use, and none of those present qualified as such. Minyche dumped her pack into the back of Brother Rufus's cart. "Brother," she said with a nod of her head by way of greeting. She was acquainted with him from a few sermons he had given her when she was younger to try to turn her aside from her path of darkness, and while she had no reason to disrespect him, she also had no reason to do what he said... back then. "Hanna", she greeted the fighter next, having heard tales about her before.