Gabrielle had made her mind up about the mental state of the man who was leaning against the ruined hut. He was either insane or insanely confident in his skills. She observed as his smile continuously grew and how he seemed to be admiring the scenery and taking in every single little detail that happened to cross his eyes. She had to admit that he had an attractive way of doing it; it seemed casual though there was definitely depth to his observations.
As was traditional, she fired an arrow towards a nearby tree, to announce her presence. Though instead of the arrow hitting the tree and staying at rest, the bark of the tree split making an undesirable amount of noise and taking the professional effect away. She gave an audible sigh and within seconds was by the tree, in full view of the man.
Though her feet rested gently on the ground, she felt displeasure in the surroundings. There was heavy salt content in the ground and practically everything in the area was dead. It was to far away to tell but the lake seemed to also be filled with this salt, it would probably be as dense as a beach, which was more than likely to have been the cause of death for the whole area. As she calculated, she went into a sort of trance, she was no longer seeing with her eyes but instead with her mind, she could see clearly the aura of the man but at the same time, she couldn’t. All signs pointed to a vacuum of some description. It made no sense.
Suddenly she remembered that this aura had a cause, the man that stood before her, with a sword at hand. Even though he intrigued her to the point of irritation she still felt that formalities where an important part of first impressions.
“I am Gabrielle Coulter the 22nd. And who, pray tell are you?”
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