The dark of the night gave way to a vast, expanse of stars, that appeared endless, and infinite. Sevine sat seated on her bedroll, her head tipped skywards as her eyes scanned the heavens in admiration. She found beauty, and peace everywhere within nature; to Sevine, that is where she felt most at home. Out of habit, Sevine reached up and began unbraiding the long coil of her hair pinned atop her head. The blood-coloured strands fell free from their prison, and hung down her back in crimped waves. She pulled the top portion of her hair back, removing the longer strands of hair that would get in her way during the battle to come, and separated two more portions, gathering up her hair from each ear to the split in her hairline, and began to braid her hair again, this time in a tighter, fresher braid that wouldn't come loose in the heat of the fighting.

           Rising from her seated position, Sevine went in search of Edith. She knew the quartermaster would be heading out with them to join the fight. The striking blonde had occupied herself with adding the final layers of her armor on before Sevine greeted her happily.

"There you are! Are you getting ready to go with us?" Inquired the huntress, placing a hand upon her hip with a lop-sided grin plastered on her face.

"Aye, you know I'm leading the flank, to infiltrate that abandoned mining tunnel?" Edith glanced up in surprise, happy to see her friend visiting her before battle.

"That I do, and I wish you the best of luck. Is there anything I can do to help out on the way up?" Offered Sevine with heart-felt sincerity.

"Hm. There, we need help with pushing the ram I built, and we need help carrying the ladders to the attack. Care to help with any of those?" In truth, Edith cared not if Sevine helped, she knew how strong the huntress was, and the countless times where Sevine carried her kill over her very shoulders with ease. There was not a doubt in her mind that Sevine could perform the needed tasks.

"Certainly, I can help push your battering ram." So saying, Sevine thrust her hand out to Edith. The quartermaster shook her hand firmly, the same grin on her face that Sevine had.

"We should be leaving here shortly, in the next hours to come. I would suggest you get ready to go, make sure your arrows are straight, the feathers not frayed, and your blade sharp." Replies Edith, with that Sevine merely nodded.

"Talos guide you and keep you, and Mara love you always." Sevine called out as she strode away, waving goodbye to her friend.

         On her way back to her bedroll, Sevine spotted a young Breton woman in the camp that she had not noticed before. The woman she spotted had a curious pair of a cerulean-blue eyes, with curled ebony tresses; at first, Sevine couldn't help but stare at her in confusion. Surely the woman wasn't a warrior of any sort, she certainly didn't look the part. Perhaps the young woman was a cook? Or an apprentice of some type? Sevine decided it would be best to say hello instead of gawking at her like a newfoundling.

"Hello there, you're new to the camp aren't you? I haven't seen you around here in the days before." Sevine flashed her a wide, friendly smile as she extended her hand towards the woman.