Shaye
She had not been to Torchline in quite some time - years, though she can't recall the exact number - and even back then it had been brief. Those trips were mainly for the purposes of trade, but there wasn't very much interest the Halovian huntress had in coming to the coast. That is, until word of the Monster Hunter's Guild revival had traversed across divisive mountains, in the wake of Flowerbirth winds.
Coming straight from Halo, she has shed most of her usual layers in favor of the heat. She walks through the threshold with her arms gently crossed over her furs, quietly observing all that lies within. Since she's here to help with building, she takes note of the Slagveld's layout first and foremost - and the damage.
The individuals gathered bear stark differences that catch the eye: the burly man gathering materials and working on outlines - she recognizes him, knew of him from his time in Halo; a fae dressed in garments made clearly for (or perhaps by) Ludo - it's a detail that strikes her but not more than the smallest person of them all.
As she comes up beside Paige and sets down her fur coat (made from the pelt of a gray wolf), she smiles warmly down at the child, "And what is your name, mighty hunter?" Her northern accent is thick when she speaks but it has a euphonious clarity.
Addressing Deimos more seriously, she says, "I'm here to help as well." She nods decisively, not needing a discussion about the logistics of how she would further assist the guild until the building was done. With the fae wasting no time, she doesn't bother echoing questions and instead awaits instruction. Curiously, she tilts her head and leans in to eye the plans that Deimos has drawn.
Coming straight from Halo, she has shed most of her usual layers in favor of the heat. She walks through the threshold with her arms gently crossed over her furs, quietly observing all that lies within. Since she's here to help with building, she takes note of the Slagveld's layout first and foremost - and the damage.
The individuals gathered bear stark differences that catch the eye: the burly man gathering materials and working on outlines - she recognizes him, knew of him from his time in Halo; a fae dressed in garments made clearly for (or perhaps by) Ludo - it's a detail that strikes her but not more than the smallest person of them all.
As she comes up beside Paige and sets down her fur coat (made from the pelt of a gray wolf), she smiles warmly down at the child, "And what is your name, mighty hunter?" Her northern accent is thick when she speaks but it has a euphonious clarity.
Addressing Deimos more seriously, she says, "I'm here to help as well." She nods decisively, not needing a discussion about the logistics of how she would further assist the guild until the building was done. With the fae wasting no time, she doesn't bother echoing questions and instead awaits instruction. Curiously, she tilts her head and leans in to eye the plans that Deimos has drawn.
Lost in a labyrinth and left with no way out
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
I built this hall of mirrors all myself
