It was already afternoon, yet the heat of the blazing sun struck as strong as it was then.
Before they even entered the premises of the Arid Dale Town, they made sure their cloaks got covered with the stench of rancid blood from scavenged critters and smears of dirt.
While it wasn't much of a problem to hunt; fortunately so, they found several along the way, and took their time to put up an act of their costume.
For now, she could tolerate this foreign dirt and muck that would cling to her body for a long time.
But the blood was different.
'Bitch! I didn't sign up for this. I swear to god.'
She had this tingling sensation coursing through every nook and cranny of her body when she exposed herself to blood for too long; enough to make her knees and palms weak from the convulsion.
