As Darthalia stepped out of her hut, she looked back. A frown tugging at her lips. The place was so small, she would have to duck her head down to enter, every time, the top of her head even touched the ceiling. But she never thought to change the hut. It was her home, her life really. And now, she was leaving it, for some silly rumor she heard from a bunch of blood thirsty criminals. But she really had no choice, out of silver, no silver meaning no ingredients, no ingredients means no potions, no potions means no silver. She had nothing, no food and no trade. She had to at least try this "job" it was the only hope she had. Of course, deep down, between her paranoid pessimism and her brain screaming in terror, she wanted to go, if not for just a little while. Somewhere else, an adventure, all she had known was this forest, those seedy markets, and her little hut. "This was insane" her brain screamed as she turned and walked away from the hut, heading for the edge of the Black Forest. She made it through easily enough. She stuck to the shady area's under the trees. Her long green velvet like cloak and hood dragging along the dirt, her cross bow hidden under the back of it and her dagger strapped to her leg. She glanced every now and then at a drawn up map she bought from some drunk with her last gold, feeling foolish until she saw a glimpse of what looked like a run down village, quite open to. Some may of dismissed it as a hoax, But Darthalia could not, for she had no idea what a hoax was and forgot about the Paladin's years ago. No second thought she continued on.