The Nobel walked through the streets smiling her arrows shine across the arms gently. She hummed to herself going into the tavern and gets a map of the realms of the world and smiles and put it away in her belt of weapons and other things. She gets herself a heavy Brandy and drank it down easily and talk the baretender, she knew how to fight and could move very fast and her natrual claws where always out and could claw ones eyes out if she truly wished to do.