<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0uQ9BuS.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ana Field<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Pants uniform.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm Room 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ophelia, Satora, Arsu,<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>A few hours of light walking weren't the biggest hurdle she's faced, though the small talk was a nice distraction from the drudgery. "Hm. Well they can write, and use things like mines and smiths." There was a brief pause as Ana considered her words. "So probably some sort of humanoid. If we truly are on another plane, I can't say what kind though." Ophelia brought up a good point, they were able to understand the writing they read, so it was the warrior's hope that they were not something completely... Weird.<br/><br/>"I guess we'll figure it out when we see the smith, right? I mean that'll give us a good..." As the flash of steel was caught out of the corner of her eye, Ana's tone quickly trailed off as she stopped, a hand moving for her hammer. "We're not alone." She whispered quietly.