Around that moment, a black haired and rather heavily armored catgirl stumbled through the door. She almost tripped over the blade that seemed to be slightly too large for her slight frame. A curved falchion, razor sharp, was a bit out of place. Anna caught herself before she tripped, and ended up spinning around until she landed with her arms around Dylan's waist.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah! I'm s-sorry!"</strong>She said, backing up and bowing. It was a miracle that she didn't smack Dylan with the pommel of her blade.<strong>"These halls, they aren't as large as the temple back home. U-um, is this where the Hunters are to meet? I am Anna Dulathi, priestess of Aroaneth. Um... Is there somewhere in which I may seat? It has been a long journey from the temple-fortress."</strong><br/><br/>She eyed the gathered cautiously. A kobold... that was certainly odd. She had read about such creatures, small lizard folk who made wild claims of being born from dragons. There seemed to be much more womanfolk here than men, odd too. From the stories Anna had heard, most adventurers were men. Well, that would prove good for her at least. Aroaneth's blessings often came with curses as well... and her skill with battle meant she was cursed with a certain hunger.