A half-elf walked through the darkened alleyways of the infested city, resting her sword on her shoulder and her shield on her back, making what looked like a casual stroll through the visceral streets. As a sort of sick camoflage as well, the woman was covered in a thick layer of blood and gore, dying her white hair and armor a dark, sickly red. However, her eyes were narrowed and focused, ready to react to any threat that may come her way, clearly having fought a great deal of the wormlike monstrosities roaming the streets. She payed no attention to the corpses and blood decorating the streets, her iron will causing her to focus on the tast at hand; Destroying this threat to the city.

Turning around a corner of the alleyway, she suddenly noticed movement amongst a particularly visceral part of the alley, and a lot of it. Stopping herself, she hid behind the corner briefly to assess the situation. "A group of Lurkers... ? Small ones, by what I saw..." She thought to herself, her grip around the handle of her blade tightening, reaching over her back to grab her gigantic shield. Taking a deep breath, she put a scowl on her face before letting out a mighty battle-roar, turning around the corner, blade and shield raised... Only to see a group of guards and a rather scantily-clad woman. Struggling to stop the weight of her equipment, her roar turns into a confused moan-like sound as she stumbles along the ground to a halt in front of the group, almost slipping on a puddle of blood as she does so. 

However, after taking a short breath, she looked at the group with slight curiousity, hardening her features behind her wet, bloody bangs at the woman. With a stern and slightly 'husky', low voice, she addressed the female in a commanding manner. "... Trying to survive as well, hm? Well, I know not who you are, but I will travel with you to increase our chances of survival. I've more strength than your men combined. You would do well to accept."