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[color=a0410d]"I'll do it."[/color] She spoke, as soon as the offer came. Lia had built herself up for this task: simply to do her job: the role that was destined for her.

Disability or not, she [b]will[/b] be a hunter. Now, she had done her dues. The guards could do whatever they wish with her proof and offering; her name was now at the rung. She couldn't help but feel a tinge of pride, a rare fluttering in her heart that almost brought a tear to her hollow eyes.

[color=a0410d]"I would also like to hear how you came upon the ocean, and what creatures you have slew."[/color] There was no denying the scent of brine in the room, the blood that of a creature that lived near the sea. What her eyes would never pick up, her other senses compensated. [color=a0410d]"--Later."[/color] Lia quickly added.

Both of them had some [i]business[/i] to attend to. She had been in the same clothes since the hunt, and so was he.

[color=a0410d]"I will meet you in front of the gate after I have made my preparations."[/color] Lia found no reason to speak vaguely. Since he offered, then it was assumed that it would also include her terms. The woman had to freshen up, after all. Maybe thoroughly rid herself of all grime and dirt by the river that ran by a nearby forest? It brought out a more natural Irelia, the one that only went to civilization on occasion or necessity.

A story of adventure fit perfectly as occasion, and personal whim.