Ariadne was practising swinging her sword, her face the picture of concentration. Indeed she was so focused that it took her a few moments to even realise Daric was there. She hadn't yet thrown her cloak on, and even her belt full of daggers was hanging from the same branch as the quiver of arrows. However, there was something different among the silver arrows: an arrow fletched with feathers which were dark green.<br/><br/>"It's a good thing you aren't a threat to me," she said, chuckling as she sheathed her sword. "Are you ready to depart? Thankfully my friend's house is not far from this clearing."