[She looks over her shoulder and grins; her sword is basically her baby. She loves the thing, and hearing it being referred to as ‘cool’ makes her pretty happy.]
Oh yeah? What kind of monsters? What is this place?
[She shivers again; the icy wind goes right through her leathers and armor; she can’t believe how cold she feels. She taps the match against the box, wondering if she should just light it. Maybe build a fire right in the middle of the street. No one would mind, right?]
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Oh yeah? What kind of monsters? What is this place?
[She shivers again; the icy wind goes right through her leathers and armor; she can’t believe how cold she feels. She taps the match against the box, wondering if she should just light it. Maybe build a fire right in the middle of the street. No one would mind, right?]