As a few moments passed on, letting Grantt do his business and all. He had begun to walk towards the forest once again to meet with Ophelia with Ashira.
A woman he had saved, although, there was something different about this woman...
Ashira: [Well, this is a misunderstanding on my part. I am very sorry but... I'm a man and I've only been forced to wear this to avoid suspicions in crossing the borders, you know?]
Ashira was a young man with a feminine face and body.
Grantt himself couldn't believe it himself and had almost dropped his jaw on the way back, yet nevertheless, he had yet to even speak a word to the young man who had been speaking nonstop.
Ashira: [My father told me a disguise would work but little did we know that the Khan's army moved forward before our broker had even told us. I wish they were a tad early so I don't have to risk myself crossing invaded routes.]
Under the rags that Ashira had worn was a small leather armor and leggings where small tools were.
