Following as she went Amber paid no mind to any subtle insults about being lost, she knew where things were. Her ears perked up at where this man came from, she had never heard such a place, odd. Following to the river she stood by the tree line, happy to just talk from afar. Her clothes were obviously dirty and had the slime from the inferno's on her pants. She listened to Elsa's remark about if you couldn't swim not to come out that far. Amber had no intention to come remotely close.

"I'm fine here, as a blacksmith I'm quite accustom to being covered in grime." Amber stated shrugging a bit, "Some of you outdoorsy types are too clean if you ask me, the sun will shine right off those pretty cheeks, let your enemies see the reflection and [i]swoop![/i] off goes your head!" She joked light heartedly.