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For all she knew, this was trap.

A test to see where her mind really laid, if Holly Vertila, the Crimson Chevalier, was really staying idle against Catamount. They could be watching her now from the shadows, to see if she was going to make it to her destination or if she was going to turn away and decide not to do it. They would be wrong if they presumed the latter - whatever happened, she supposed that she had already made her choice, and she wasn't going to go back. It wasn't like she personally had anything to lose from going, except her own life. Losing that would not be very good, however she knew that it was something that could happen, and something that she wished to prevent. At the same time, she wanted to put herself at risk, because if she didn't, she would most likely become trapped on the island. The could probably escape on her own, however she knew that she wouldn't be doing that.

The darkness of the night that surrounded Holly was something that most warriors had trouble in, something that they struggled with and found trouble fighting in. Whilst it was a disadvantage to those on the move, including Holly herself, she had become better attuned to it over time and learned it's advantages. Whilst it was harder to see it was easier to hear, being more quiet than the day. Nocturnal creatures still roamed, the wind still blew gently, but the peace could easily be broken, which it soon was. Some distance away, Holly heard talking.

As it was in the direction that she was to go, she continued to walk; very soon, she saw Zane, among three women. Holly did not pause in her stride, quickly arriving before them. It was a smaller group than she had envisioned. [color=red]"Greetings to you all,"[/color] Holly says, her voice soft, calm, and her face unreadable beneath her armour.