<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/51/Safiya_resized.png)</div><br/>"Get in, kill them all, rescue the captives, get out," the young princess with flaming red hair nods, her green eyes confident, the thin line of her mouth assured. Beneath her white cloak and tabard she shifts her breastplate idly, and her dark skirts rustle in the breeze through the trees. Her sword sits firmly at her hip, and in her stance and build she has a bearing reminiscent of a coiled spring, ready to burst into action at a moment's notice. For now, though, she is at peace, inhaling deeply of the purity of the elven city's air. She is in the company of other warriors in an untainted land, and for that she is grateful.<br/><br/>"Do you know how many of them there are, roughly?" Senna asks, "it might only be arrows to elves, but it matters to us. And," she examines the hawk as it perches on the druid, "is there a sign we can use to signal your animal scouts? We might have need of them. And..." she puts a finger to her chin, "do you have any wine?"