"Think nothing of it inquisitor, for now all I care about is getting out of this with my skin!" the woman said, bringing them up as the cultists drew near enough to begin throwing daggers and rocks.  All fell blessedly short.  They were up and away, with nothing the enemy could do about it.<br/><br/>"I take it you're headed for the city then?" she asked.  "I'm Melanda, by the by.  I'm a pilot and surveyor with the Cartographer's Guild."  Melanda turned around to give her a bit of a nod.  She was wearing a heavy leather coat and the usual goggled affair pilots wore on her head.