At the calling of her name, Anna swaggered toward the knight that was to be her commander. She was tall and thickly-built, a great big bastard sword at her side. She was dressed simply enough, in an earthen tunic and cloak, heavy boots boldly sounding with her footfalls. Her every move spoke of a sort of determined confidence. She, the daughter of a petty Lord's steward, had seen many battles. She had slain lots of... [i]things[/i], for lack of a better term. She had, in her opinion, very little to prove, and a good bit of glory to win yet. And this man would be her captain. He was a devout one she knew. One glance at the cross on his cloak made that clear. She hoped he had no qualms about hard drinking- after all, how better to unwind after hard fighting? Maybe a comely man to lie with, but she'd learned a long time ago that it was hard for a woman of her- physique- to find such a one for that. And with that she gave him another glance, and one of a different kind. He was pretty enough, she supposed. Was he still a maiden? The thought brought a smirk to her lips, which she dismissed as she finally stood before him, and the rest of the group.

"I am Anna, as you would have guessed." the warrior said, pausing briefly before endeavoring to be polite. She was not much used to niceties, but the effort was clearly there.

"It will be a pleasure to serve with you, Sir Karadar, as well as the rest of you. I look forward to honorable battle at your sides. May none stand before us. And... So on."