[H1][color=ed1c24]Catherine Lillasteen, the Assassin[/color][/h1]

[@Jackson Monty]

Catherine woke to soft melodies of a flute of some sorts and the feeling of her stub of an arm still burning with pain. Her face twitched with the effort to open her eyes and confront the flute player. 

She didn't dare open her eyes though, and instead tried to take in the environment around her without sight. She took in a breath through her nose and found to smell sap and forest smells.

 We're was she? And who took her here? Her mind raced back to when she was so very close to death and a man had scooped her up and now she was... Well we're ever she was. 

Catherine opens her eyes slowly and almost thinks she is dreaming. An old man was playing a pan flute and He was in a tree. He looks way to skinny to even consider climbing one but here he is. But at least he didn't look dangerous.

She flicked her of blue eyes to her left side to see her arm patched up with spider silk like stuff. It sure was not gauze but at least it stopped her blood from spilling out. 

She then turned her stare up to the man and barred her teeth and growls.[color=ed1c24] "Who the hell are you? And were am i?!"[/color] She was about to try and take out one of her weapons and found that there were none. Oh just great, Catherine thought never taking her eyes off of the old man.