Jo pulled her Elven Thinblade and held out her opposite arm to rest the blade upon, her eyes shone as she glared down at the metal of the sword as it glinted back up at her, "I'm not incapable," she started, "or opposed to killing things in the wood."<br/><br/>With a sigh, she folded her arms, "If there are things out there stopping us from flying and dangers in teleporting, then let us walk along the ground and stick close to one another. Although this climate is rough and the terrain as stated, is harsh. Perhaps the greatest hardship will be on Beowulf," she said. "He can't cross or climb things as easily as you or I," all of the time.<br/><br/>In the back of her mind she thought about if he would be different when he came back, would she even be able to recognize her old friend?