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[@Nymeria]
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Lia had no qualms with this arrangement. She nodded at the guard's general direction and held out a hand. [color=a0410d]"Guide me."[/color] Her senses were dulled in this small enclosure; the thick walls reverberated sounds that told long-past messages. Each clinking, tread and talk were grating to hear over and over and over. She could smell a slight whiff of alcohol in the air; perhaps some of these guards frequented taverns. It was strong enough to pick up, and just right to annoy the nose.

Every one of these sensations buzzed around her, which only made Lia rely much more on her touch. She propped herself up and touched the wall with her hand to familiarize, and navigate around the complex-- if she was to stay in this barracks.

Above it all, she was prepared for the night/s to come. In times like these, men had still dominated the ranks, and the few women who [i]were[/i] able to enlist definitely shared this strife. No amount of glory and achievement could ever veer a pigheaded gaze. A dangerous place to be, when one would sleep among men, and monsters. Throughout the whispers and chiding of these monsters, Lia kept on. To think they wouldn't care if their object of gossip was right in front of their eyes. The hunter was blind, not deaf.

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The day had come, sensed only by the sudden quiet of the crowd. She could hear the silence much clearer than the noise. Clinking of the armor she started having a disdain for, and then the stop. Maybe to stand at attention to this figure?

Lia had been outside carving more arrows for her quiver; she would focus on smoothing the shafts. Her rough hands ran the length of each arrow, then rubbed a smooth stone over those that caught her fingers. She would do this for hours upon end until she was satisfied.

She follows this silence inside the barracks, to which a nasty smell started to permeate-- nastier than any breath some of these drunkard guards could ever muster. This nastiness was more alluring to her: a kind-of raw stench that only the wild could offer. Lia found some comfort in it, oddly enough.

[color=7ea7d8]--She slayed the thing herself."[/color] was what she came to upon entering. This only meant that who she was looking for was in the room. Lia stood firmer and tried to straighten her tunic. It had been folded, roughly--more like scrunched, an inch below her elbow. She was still wearing the same pants during the hunt, albeit washed slightly to get rid of some of the smell.

[color=silver]"Aye, is that true?"[/color]

Lia nodded once. [color=a0410d]"Yes."[/color] Curtly, she spoke. [color=a0410d]"I needed you to see this, so there is no denying my feat."[/color]

The captain's word was, if not equal to, high authority. He was a vanguard, trusted by many by his acts of merit. It would certainly mean so much more if her actions were backed by this man. [color=a0410d]"If you check the monster's forehead, there is my name: Irelia Vyntr. Daughter of Rhys Vyntr."[/color] She had to say it. Maybe the captain was still familiar with this hunter's merit? Barely a legend, yet the hunters that graduated under Rhys would far surpass those of a regular.

Among those hunters was Irelia, who would definitely try to live up to the name.