"Lycanthropes were camping out a few miles from here. If you were experiencing a lack of traders well, I think I solved that problem. The horse was mauled and I ended up hiking back up here." She kept starring at the visor of the helmet studying the 'eyes' that seemed to be displaying on the front. The leggings she was still wearing were an old mix of hardened leather with softer leather around the joints. The ordinary looking black cotton tank top seemed contradictingly modern when compared to the armor she wore. "Are those your actual eyes or just part of the helmet?"