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[h3] Hunting Mission [/h3]

Lia showed up to the gate, as arranged prior. She waited for a moment and closed her eyes. It became more symbolic to her now as she sits by the grass that outlined the castle's gate. The girl rubbed her palm against the dirt and swayed with the wind on her cheek. Merchant carts passed by her, followed by the clunking of the city gates to welcome the commerce. She could also hear the subtle ruffling of the woods: some creatures who would chirp or run about under the sun. The hunter stood at the meridian of nature and civilization.

Her brief commune was then interrupted by the familiar voice, one she'd gotten to know after a night of storytelling. To say the least, Irelia could already determine the accents and tones of Captrain Drystan. Among the inconceivable throng, he stood out as a ray of familiarity. It comforted her to have someone she knew.

She goes up and follows suit: towards the arranged meetup. Lia could have easily gone there herself, but it also helped to have someone be her guide. It would be a waste of time and energy to navigate alone. With some effort, she could follow his steps, listening to every footfall he made until they reached the den.

Lia stood center as he spoke, trying to take in and remember what detail the captain my offer. [color=silver]"No matter what happens, we need to remember our job. We are here to annihilate every last one of them. We do this for our King and our city. Don't let them down" [/color]

She nodded in response, for whatever it was worth. Lia quietly stood near the entrance to have a preliminary check of the area. Given, the area was dark. However, the small sounds and scents that the other hunters were nary able to pick up were given due notice by the blind hunter.