[i]It wouldn't take long for the woman to get a visitor, however. The slaughter had definitely made some noise, and while most occupants within Dojoville completely disregarded it - they were pretty much used to the daily mass murder and complete destruction of the town by now - some just... didn't, like the person Samantha would hear approaching as she sat there. The soft tapping of light footwear upon the pretty floor reached her ears, delicate yet even at a slow, strangely rhythmic pace. Right foot, left foot, always moving the exact same distance, never slowing and never speeding. It was almost maddening, how completely void of change or irregularities the walking was. Then, a quiet, delighted 'ooooh' joined the noise made by the newcomer, the voice distinctly feminine and wonderfully accented, faintly - yet noticeably - laced by something foreign and unique, making her roll every vowel just a little. Enough to be noticed. Quickly after, the tapping transitioned into squishing and splashing as the woman walked onto what remained of the greeter, her steps well-paced still. And at last, she came into sight. She was built slightly similarly to the pudgy Ececutioner, her frame visibly curvy and "thick" at first sight, though with another glance, burly muscle was also seen. She was a very nice mixture between curvy and fit, her body well-built in all the right places with its well-defined shoulders, ample bust, hard stomach, wide hips, and muscular legs, though it was all shrouded by the clothes she wore. She stood a little taller than the other woman at six feet and two inches. Bright eyes of gold looked at Samantha, the quaint eyes paired with an equally quaint smile that showed off white teeth framed by thin, soft pink lips. Hair coloured like Autumn was draped down to her shoulders, kept at forehead-length in front, only barely grazing the back of her neck and her shoulders. Small feathers similar to that of a hawk covered her jawline, dense and pretty, adding more uniqueness to her. It was very clear she was a foreigner, and some species Samantha had likely not seen before. Four wings sprouted from the newcomer's back, the top two large and majestic, covered in beautiful feathers that were very clearly well taken care of, a soft brown-grey in colour like the sparse few feathers on her face. The bottom pair of wings was far smaller, seated closer to the spine and no doubt meant for quick turns and movements during flight -- something finely complimented by her choice of attire and weaponry. Her clothes were light, consisting of dirt brown boots made from hardened leather, keeping her feet nice and warm even when she would be trekking through the snow that plagued Dojoville. On her legs, she wore dark blue pants of thick cloth interwoven with light maille to defend against blades, similar to the simple, equally blue shirt she wore on her chest, the fabric covered in strips of leather, while the rinkle of more chainmail was heard with every step she took. Eredrin wore nothing to cover her head or even her face. Within her right hand was the haft of a tall spear about six-and-a-half-feet tall, the tip taking a cruciform tip, the foot-long, pointed, razor-sharp tip sticking out from what could be considered a guard, two pieces of steel jutting four inches out to the sides, the bland metal inlaid with runes and depictions of lightning. The wooden staff was reinforced with metal and wrapped in leather where the woman would grip it, the oak barely even visible. At her left hip, she wore the hard leather scabbard of a simplistic sword, the thing about three feet in length, only the cruciform guard of steel and leather-wrapped hilt with the oblate spherical pommel visible.[/i] "You did all this?" [i]She asked, that same accent from before very clear in her words. It was a delight to hear, in any case.[/i] "You did a fantastical job!"