Ruinil, as usual, decided that it was best that she kept her distance from the rest of the knights. There was a mutual feeling of hatred and tension between Ruinil and the troops that one could not simply ignore; and Ruinil feared that a fight would break out if she had stayed close. Thus, she took up the the task of scouting out the surrounding 30 foot periphery.

Ruinil was making her rounds when she noticed the young prince. She stopped for a moment and eyed him for a few minutes before finally scowling at him. Ruinil cared not if he saw for she feared not the prince nor the kings wrath. She held no respect for a cowardly king or an ignorant young lad.

She continued to stalk the dark shadows of the forest in search of a beast worthy of death.