The woman looks at you mistrustfully for a moment as she stands and stretches, shaking the cramps out from her muscles after spending a night trussed up like a roast. But, after a few moments of weighted silence, she sighs and speaks up.<br/><br/>"When I found the sword, I got this... feeling... that it had a twin nearby. Well, not so much a twin... but a complimentary piece, if that makes any sense." She pulls the blade from its resting place a second time, and a wave of relief seems to wash over her... as if being parted from the weapon somehow made her less whole. "I just think that if I can find the compliment, I can maybe understand things a bit better. Magic is... very strange, and I don't really understand how to use all the spells in the old spellbook I found. I just kind of... learn what they're basic elements are, and use those elements instead..."<br/><br/>She shrugs and sheathes the blade, casting about to pack up a small rucksack of her own belongings... a dilapidated old leather journal, her belt, her sword, and a clean shirt are all it takes before she's ready to get on the road.<br/><br/>"Why are you bringing me along, anyway? Aren't you worried about having a thief sleeping alongside you?"