Venya had long since strayed from the beaten path. It had been a couple months since she had found out that her master had passed and since then she has spent her time chasing legends and following leads to new adventures. Currently she was in the jungle hunting some of the griffins that lived here, as well as some of the dangerous creatures that were located in the jungle as well. She was in her full body armor though she figured she had scared off most of the wildlife. After all the pure white armor that her master gave her wasn't exactly the best for blending in. It was a pain to keep clean too but that was part of her discipline training. She had to always make sure the armor was entirely clean. At the moment her armor was far more dirty than she would have liked it, but there was no point in cleaning the armor when it was just going to get dirty the next moment. She left her horse in a nearby village not wanting to risk it getting killed or running away while she was exploring.