Arden turns and smiles, letting Jacques catch up. "That's true, and I suppose it's safer to go together, anyway; we're near the Greyweald, you know. They say the forest is haunted by goblins, ghouls, and giant wolves..."<br/><br/>Arden leads the way through the woods. Despite her petite build she has a long, swift stride which covers ground quickly, and her movement is fluid and graceful. It is late Fall, nearing Winter, and the ground is laden with orange and yellow leaves. The morning is quiet, and cool, but a soft, warm breeze blows from the South. Water can be heard within a few minutes, and after a mile or so's walk Jacques and Arden reach a clear, glistening stream. The girl seats herself on a rock and unlaces her boots, pulling them off and then undressing very slowly while casting occasional glances at Jacques, starting with her leggings. Seemingly she is a bit shy about undressing in front of others.