It was cold. It is windy. It was dark. Override, sat across the mouth of the cave ruins feet. She was waiting, was resting. Tired of her life consumened day mercenary fighting for the guild. She was resting, she heard a rustling. In her ears, she could spike all the causes of tension to draw something for her every other sound is big hammer is used very sparingly. She heard the soft patter of footsteps that followed the destruction of the burnt-out torch to be used for the detection of warning other creatures that she had. Being a very deep area of the Orc her to ignore them, knew it was assumed to be friendly to their suicide. Over, remove the hammer she stood up slowly. She quietly took a step from the ruins of the wall was looking around the corner to hide in her camp.