Yvonne roused with a hitch, [i]everything[/i] hurting like a motherfucker. Throbbing bruises, stinging burn, and myriad other issues all over the place - probably faster to list any part that wasn't hurting than otherwise. If anyone's wondering though, it's her left ear. That's the list. A single item of no importance.

That's all the distractions she could afford herself. The communicator pinged with the elf's voice, barely audible amidst the constant noise of whatever the fuck was going on since she fell unconscious. Either there's a warzone out there or it's a heavy hailstorm smack dab in early summer, and she wasn't sure which one was more sensible.

Anyway, rambling mind. Focus.

[b][color=#a4161a]"The what- oh. Yeah, just give me a moment."[/color][/b] Heavy groan, digging into a side pouch where the item in question was tucked in and mostly forgotten. Now, to wait for the ghost. To think that she'd be working in the side of a ghost. [b][color=#a4161a]"You heard the elf, let's move. Dead gods, what the fuck-"[/color][/b]

It's a hailstorm, yep. And so much worse than she expected. Looking back into the stable... they'll get mauled going through it, especially the hunter that looked like he'd kick the bucket any second now. The pay for this job better be fucking worth it.