[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
“Woah there, girl,” Gerlinde laughed, cocking her hip and tossing her head, causing her now-wet hair to whip over her shoulder and drape and adhere across her chest. “I'm usually the first to run face-first into danger when I catch the scent of a nice secret, and if you want to go I'll go with you, but maybe we should take a minute? Compare notes or something like that? I also don't even know where we're going. The Grand Cathedral? And didn't we all [I]just[/I] agree not to split up?”