Chance gave one good look up and down on Anna. He was short for a guy in the first place so it took a bit of work. He did his best to care about her past, but honestly couldn't generate any sort of interest and it withered away like a fallen leaf decomposing throughout a dry winter. Eh, if it was important it would come up.

More to his interest was her equipment, and by equipment I don't mean that which comes in a package of being female and having noticeable genetics, I mean her shoes, her weapons, her armour. This was certainly not your standard sub-standard crap. Why, he bet these people could actually hold a conversation. You'd be surprised how many people will tell you they like to walk in the woods, say it out loud, and interrupt you to say that exact same thing over and over again every time you try to interact with them. Stupid world.

It seemed like eighteen hours passed as they waited for others to putter their way up.

He pointed at the holy champion before him, about to say something, but then changed his mind. His attention re-directed to Anna. Holy knights never had personal objectives he could help them reach, it was always some religious ritual or rite of passage so that they could get a tunic or belt or something. It wasn't ever anything good.

"Vengeance?" He asked Anna as if it said it all.