This middle aged woman walks with a calm, collected confidence. Her sea grey eyes lazily looking out over her surroundings as her steady steps silently guide her forward. Thick tresses tumble over her shoulders in a cascade of blonde waves.

When she speaks, a heavenly innocent laugh isn't what echoes forth, but instead a raspy voice born from heavy smoking and years gone by.

Slung over her shoulder is a wooden bow that is seemingly hand carved from a black wood with matching arrows resting comfortably in a leather quiver.