Neverwinter Forest One,

Simmik often woke long before the sun began to peak through trees of the forest, and today had been no different. She had spent most of the dark morning hours near the borders, her mind heavy with thoughts of her training and what it would be like. She was already large and strong, but she had never learned how to actually use any of that in a fight. Her fight with the stranger had not been really a fight at all; it been more of a struggle and a huge wound to her pride. One thing she gained from that encounter was that she knew she never wanted to feel that weak again.

She wasted no time seeking Aiolos out once she heard his summons break through the quiet morning air. She came to a stop in front of him, dipping her head in greeting, her fiery gaze watching his every move as she waited for him to speak.