In the month of fighting, training, and farming, Skullcrusher had not gotten any more subtle. Her huge armour, more huge and upgraded to +6 -as levels grew. upgrading became more and more efficient when faced with the difficulty or obscene pricing of obtaining new gear - and massive sword equally upgraded, a ominous clank followed her every step. However, people that knew her knew that she was much more friendly than her armour let on. She was not exactly looking for anything, but was hoping to run into some secret boss that spawned in the middle of nowhere. It was a long shot, but this game was designed for long shots. In her marching of the meadow, she saw a man sat on a wall, clearly - to Skullcrusher's mind - having the same idea as her. 

With little better to do, she walked over to him, with her visor up, and a smile on her face. 
"Morning!" She exclaimed. Over the weeks she had gronw more confident of her gender, there really was no reason to get all worked up about a name or your voice when death could be around any corner.