It wasn't long before Ariadne returned to the camp, letting out a sigh as she realised he wasn't immediately visible. "I advise you join me down here," she called out. "I was about to enchant this clearing to ensure the wolves couldn't sneak up on us, I'd rather not have you triggering it by mistake." She shrugged her cloak off, the quiver joining it on the floor alongside the bow. She also undid the gauntlets to reveal a pair of slender hands, one which bore two ornate silver rings. As well as the tunic she was wearing a long brown skirt, a coil of fabric filled with short blades secured across her chest, a short sword buckled at her waist. "There is a reason I recognise that blade you carry, I didn't tell you my full name: Ariadne Dawnhammer. That blade was forged for my grandfather."