A woman sat down on a rock, stripped down to just a tunic and some cloth pants as she panted and heaved breathlessly. Every muscle burned in her body as she checked on her platemail and pack to see if they had survived the journey here. Behind her laid a splintered wreck of a raft, and a pair of snapped oars. She could only breath heavily as she checked on her gear, unsheathing her sword to check the blade and looking over the surface of her shield to check for any warping made by her sudden crash landing upon the rocks she now sat upon. Water dripped from her soaked frame and short hair as she stood up and stretched out her legs and arms, olive skin glistening in the sun. Maybe she'd find some glory on this island, monsters to slay or people to save.

She offered a small prayer to the god of the water as she walked down closer to the water and dipped her hands into the slowly lapping waters that beat against the little rocky outcrop she was kneeling on. She could feel the waters almost caressing her knees and hands in reply, and she sighed in contentment. Then she rose to return to her pack and equipment, sitting down in the sun where she had been previously, her feet in a small pool of water. [i]'I should get away from this sea air, it'll rust out my equipment quick.'[/i] She thought to herself and she lifted her pack and platemail, equipment belted to her to make her look like a very well-armed peasant. Slowly she grunted and trudged her way inland, until she found herself away from the salty sea air and the smell of the water.