Unlike the others that have been drawn for various reasons to the town.   The lone solitaire figure that skirts outside of the town.  Has been drawn to it, for the same reasons but with one additional added in.   The strangers themselves that have come.<br/><br/>Grayish blue skin,  pointed ears and tusks that protrude from her lower lip.  The vibrant red hair,  with yellow bestial eyes.   Give this ranger away as being a half breed with orc heritage.    Worn leather armor, with fur arm wraps that serve as bracers.   Multiple piercings,  facially especially.    Brief glimpses had been gained by the villagers.<br/><br/>Having retired a hour earlier to gain some sleep.    In her solitaire camp.   Having just finished eating the rabbit that she had caught earlier.<br/><br/>When the air is suddenly ranted with a scream, breaking the silence.  Instantly springing to her feet,  grabbing her long bow and quiver of arrows.   The first step taken as always is with her left leg.  A superstition that she never fails to perform. The tall female moving in easy stride over the uneven ground.   Darkness had settled in,  and as she moves out of her the soft illumination of her campfire.   Her racial inheritance of darkvision kicks in.     Her quarterstaff,  and other gear left behind in the camp.   Hand axe and dagger on her person.<br/><br/>What she comes to,  a monstrosity born from the swamps.   A swamp beast, rambling down the middle of the street inflicting terror upon the town.   While running bringing up her bow in right hand,  left hand reaching for the arrow out of the quiver.   Apparent that she would release a volley of arrows as she moved in towards the creature and engaging with it.   Weighing the scene before her on the wide street.   The swamp beast,  the injured townsmen,  the foreign stranger.    Would she have a clear shot towards the beast.