Camille followed at a run, not stopping until she reached the relative safety of the clearing. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, looking back to make sure she hadn't been followed by the undead... chain... thing. She was about to sheathe her rapier, but thought better of it at the moment, instead relaxing her grip and resting it with its point against the ground. Nonthreatening, but ready to spring into action at a moment's notice.<br/><br/>Despite the beauty and bust of her mysterious rescuer, Camille couldn't help but feel that something was off about the woman in front of her. The unnatural coloration by itself would have been merely exotic, but together with the rest of the situation it put the rogue on guard. What kind of person would wear nothing but loose robes, out here, at this time of night? Thoughts of succubi and vampires flitted through her mind. And that was before counting the self-lighting torches and probably the backup hiding in the shadows at the edge of the clearing. Even at best, the robed woman was probably a cultist. Though, she did save Camille and that had to count for something.<br/><br/>"Camille," she said simply, before deciding that it would only be polite to elaborate a little more. "A gentlewoman of adventure. May I ask the same of you?"