Mia climbed the last stretch of the steep hill so she just barely managed to get to see over the ridge on the other side. She laid herself flat on the ground peering through the high grass making her as small as she could. Her sword laid beside her in its scabbard ready to be used if it came to that. In the valley on the other side were what she was after; a rather big horde of centaurs. She had come for the stallion as he was the one that had caused the trouble in the first place… and the only one she would get any money for.<br/><br/>Mia was 19, young for a huntress and something always got comments about something she tried to ignore. To her this was a job as any other and with age skill would come, that she knew. She was good with the sword, athletic and strong, enduring and brave… sometimes too brave. Her long blond hair was braided into several braids that hung down her back and the semi clothed body of her. She never liked much clothes, finding the to be in the way of the Mission. Instead she most often used a small set of leather that protected the most important parts… leaving the rest naked.