Ingrid had begun familiarizing herself with the village, seemingly walking about aimlessly as she inspected the various empty buildings. As she walked, she took note of each hunter she passed. They were a diverse lot, that much was certain. Even in unfamiliar territory, her personality was nearly entirely unfazed. She meandered about, gingerly humming to herself and swinging the briefcase back and forth in her right hand. As she walked, she took note of a rather intriguing member of their new group. The man appeared homeless, or at least he seemed that way. Even if the aroma of blood were to be completely ignored, he seemed like a rough fellow; a man most would probably avoid. Thus, Ingrid was led to follow him.


 Eventually, the strange, smelly man came to a stop, and began producing a multitude of machetes from his coat. Quizzically, Ingrid watched as he unloaded blade after blade from his person. For a moment, she was impressed that he'd managed to store so many. A quick overview of the man strongly suggested that he was a vampire, and if her intuition was to be trusted, not a very old one. A small smirk crossed Ingrid's lips as the man dropped the last of his weapons. Seemingly with no regard for normalcy or her own safety, the woman strode over to Rama, still grinning. "Quite the collection you got there." She motioned towards the pile of blades with a nod.