'Yessir. If we're lucky, we'll get to punish some murderers. If even luckier, we'll track them back to the hideout. If not lucky at all, we'll get some darn good exercise.'
Marisa jumped up, stretched as much as she could in plate armour and started jogging up the hills behind the houses, sword and shield drawn at the ready; wary, but with a confident smile on her lips. The soft, pleasant blue aura of the amulet around her neck made her feel good. There was something familiar about it, which instilled a subtle feeling of safety.