Erva stood, her back against the wall beside the inn's front door. From the window she could see her compatriots digging into a supposedly 'free' meal prepared for them by complete strangers. She toyed with the string of her bow absentmindedly, making sure it was taut and secure. A triad of mice scurried up her leg and across the stretched hides of her armor, up her stomach until they came to rest at her shoulders. She spared a smile and a scratch behind one's ears before dismissing them with a sigh as she looked back inside. The situation was suspicious as a whole to her. She would wait outside, as she preferred, and watch the roads. She hated being cooped up inside anwyay. 

It wasn't long before she saw another group of travellers heading up the road. Her keen eyes spied the one leading them. A woman. A woman warrior, slightly taller but much less athletic by the look of her. As she walked closer, it was plain to see that she was not equipped for the dangers and perils of the open road. Her armour was more of an adornment than a protective measure, and that made Erva's blood boil to no end. She looked down at her own armour. Tanned, stretched hide covering every inch of her body from neckline to toe, interrupted in crucial areas by sturdier areas of thick leather, all covering a light suit of mail for added protection. The only part of her body exposed was her fingers, to operate her bow.

One well-placed arrow could end the hoity tart's adventuring career rather suddenly if she didn't cover up properly. A fact that she made known, her harsh voice addressing them as they passed. "I suggest you get better adornments, miss. You look more like you're trying to put on a show than fare the open road. Outfit like that will get you a blade in the belly."