She'll venture forward, carefully - A shiver coursing through her. This place - It was ominous in every sense of the word. Fog, in open day...what *was* with this place? Carefully - more worried about turning a heel on the barely-glimpsed tombstones underfoot - the lovely redhead would feel her way forward...All the terrible stories she'd heard were just superstition, she told herself firmly...But it didn't stop her from clutching her axe's haft for support~!