[quote] "What brings you lot to this island? You look a bit strange to be tourists if you don't mind me saying.".[/quote]

Priscilla felt an itch at the tips of her fingers and the top of her head as the man drew closer, and tweaked her lips to the side. She could smell the residual magicks on him like spice on a hunk of meat. It was an aroma like a mix of fresh soil, mint leaves and summer rain, not unpleasant and definitely not something she had smelled too recently from the others. The smell of druidic or natural origins for magic. She could only smile as recalled her fond memories of sitting and eating with her Orcish shaman friend and her brief summer romance with a dryad. They smelled this way too. It calmed her. But now was not the time for reminiscing, she reminded herself as she shook herself out of her momentary trance.

She offered another smile to the man from within the forest and removed her gauntlet, raising her hand to show the tattoo denoting that she was a Slayer. "I've come on personal business, been tracking a particularly muddy and disgusting swamp dragon. The hunt lead me to this island, over land and sea. You seen anything, brother of the wilds?" She walked over to him and donned her gauntlet once more before she offered the hand in greeting.