[i]A lonesome figure approached.[/i] [i]The woman was clad in a deep red, tattered trench coat, a wool cap stationed upon her head. She was at least five feet and eleven inches tall, her frame thin yet athletic in some manner. Her emerald eyes found Nyxon's body - then, his head. A sadness engulfed them, as she approached his remains.[/i] [i]The woman lifted up Nyxon's head, checking for brain matter. If there was still some present - well...she could help bring him back.[/i]