The Daughter of the Woods met eyes with the mortal woman clad in steel. A dance of honor upon swirled in the depths of her eyes as she nodded, the blonde was wise to have her sword in hand already. She seemed to be a survivor, like all the others…

“Ready yourself, many prey upon the main road." 

She could not guarantee her safety, she could not even guarantee the other she would live the same after this passage. More foul things lingered to the north than they ever did in the south, may the  bless them and watch upon them Even if it always seemed they could not even pass the silvans a second glance.