So much noise. . . 

The girl crouched in the branches of a tree not far from the cabin, watching for any sign of the humans who had gone inside of it before. She recognized their faces from the town of Marshal, though she couldn't remember ever speaking with any of them for any length of time. She had gone to the smiths once to have a set of throwing knives crafted for her daily training, though they had taken long and weren't exactly perfect. Better than she expected though of a small town blacksmith. 

Red hair tumbled down her back, parts braided together to keep them out of her way, her bangs falling in her face though green eyes pierced through to watch carefully. It had been quiet for far too long, her nerves growing edgy and restless. Jumping down from the tree, the young halfbreed jogged over to the cabin, carefully stepping inside as to not make too much noise. It was smaller than expected on the inside, though as she soon saw a tear in the wall, magic paper cast aside to reveal a doorway. Inside of which she could see someone. Carefully walking over, she peeked through the door, looking inside as humanly and innocent as she could. 

"What's going on?"