Airi nodded in agreement over Natacia’s suggestion of salvaging gear along the way.  She walked over to the now dead Wolfrun and picked up the bastard sword that was his, all the while unmindful of showing her assets.  Unless the slayer was comfortable with this, or would say something, she would have an exhibitionist of a companion along.<br/><br/>“By the way,” Airi started, turning to face Natacia with the flat of the blade resting on her smooth shoulder.  “I believe I did not catch your name…”<br/>