From a nearby tent pushed out a young woman, her grey hairs not telling her age but instead her experience and her devotion to the god she followed. On her belt hung the mace, the belt around her waist. Her dress flowing around her as she stepped out, the grey cloth whipping behind her as wind blew through. Soft nipples quickly hardening as she looked at the huge man sharpening is blade, she grinned as the pillow flew to him.<br/><br/>The other woman seemed to be sitting quietly, the forest girl noticing the older woman's kind nod as she folded her legs across eachother. "My name is Savina Windcaller, I herald from the lands of the south", her accent revealed that much. And if her accent didn't, it was sure that her beautiful suntoned skin did. "I came to you as help, my goddess will see me through this. I am sure of this"