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The woman blew a strand of her wet dark red hair from her face as she leaned on the staff in her hands. Her clothing tattered and her face a screw with fatigue.

"Three weeks..." She muttered with exhaustion as she now gave up and brushed the strand of wet hair from her face, letting herself slip to her knees in the sands on the shore.

The waves broke up against her feet and she pulled her black cloak around her shoulders tightly as she shivered, then pushed herself to stand once more, and limped from the shore and towards the town weakly.

"Callith..." She whispered under her breath as her bright green eyes gazed out through the trees that filled the woods. "Please still be okay..."

She had left not long after she had come. Still the image of her once love drifting in her head, along with the words of Knives. She was that much closer to finding Inwe and ridding the world of her once best friend's, corruptive existance. Even though she had come across the young, teenage vessle of the dark soul, still the hate inside her burned, even if now innocent, Inwe still had killed her son.

She continued on down the path from the docks and slowly into the town where she slumpped against a tree within it's quiet streets.

"Five thousand gold." She muttered under her breath, whiping her blood red, blood filled dirty hair out of her face. Her clothing torn and tattered, her daggers sheathed everywhere on her body and a crossbow limply in her hand. "Five thousand BLOODY gold!" Her voice raised a moment as she dropped her hand, letting her hair fall back around her face.

"I'm going to kill that man, right after I kill her. Or better yet, I could always just kill the dear messenger first." She whiped a bit of crusted blood from the side of her face as she got back to her feet.

"Perhaps a bath in the river wouldnt be so bad. Some new clothing might not be that bad either..." She made her way from the tree.

"Callith..." She looked up into the sky. "It would be nice to see you again. She sighed, running her hand over a raised part in her glove, over her ring.