Asha stood outside of the burnt down tavern that once housed the innkeeper whom she defended, fully armored with several layers; the first a padded layer of cotton pants and a shirt. The second layer consisting of a steel mail hauberk the sleeves long to the wrists with a hood as well, its rings reaching down to her upper knees; the final layer is several pieces of steel plate armor leather straps binding them together and keeping the weight suspended across her entire body. Which keeps her fast even beneath the eighty pounds of steel, her helm open faced with a long nasal guard extending from its simple rounded shape; the glint of steel catching the suns rays and reflecting them. A brown leather belt tied around her waist, a wooden black sheath hanging from both hips; black leather bound hilts protruding from the cases along with upwards curved crossguards.

Asha walked over to the swinging bodies of the innkeep and his two children, looking upwards at their bodies with anger; pulling the short kukri she carried to cut the rope and let their bodies down hitting the ground limp with a heavy thump. Sighing in exasperation as she fetched a shovel from beneath some rubble, shoving it into the earth deep and digging three five foot deep graves; setting the bodies down inside of the holes gingerly. Quickly filling the holes back up with dirt, placing makeshift wooden markers for their resting places before retrieving her horse form where it was tied against a fence post. Taking her armored boot into the black stallions stirrup, swinging her body up onto the saddle of the beast; putting her feet hard into the stirrups sending the horse bolting back down the road trying to put as much distance between herself and the capital of Lampea.