A hearty chuckle issued from the darkness as Steel emerged in to the firelight. Her hands were up and unburdened, save for the right hand, which held the reigns of her chocobo. Both stood tall before the camp--the Roegadyn woman a near eight fulms, and the chocobo large enough to bear the burden and a saddlebag at each side. Both wore heavy plate, with the chocobo in heavy cobalt with the Maelstrom's standard draped over each wing.
The woman grinned broadly, golden eyes catching the firelight as she slowly lowered her guard and brought the chocobo behind her. "Well, offer's there if ye change yer mind...and I'm yet to slay any woodkin with my breath, though th'mornin' when I wake might change that chance." She chuckled lightly, offering the camp a bow. "Sthalwilf Haemrstymmwyn, or just Steel Wolf if that's simpler on th'jaw, at yer service."
The woman grinned broadly, golden eyes catching the firelight as she slowly lowered her guard and brought the chocobo behind her. "Well, offer's there if ye change yer mind...and I'm yet to slay any woodkin with my breath, though th'mornin' when I wake might change that chance." She chuckled lightly, offering the camp a bow. "Sthalwilf Haemrstymmwyn, or just Steel Wolf if that's simpler on th'jaw, at yer service."
