In the pitch-dark cave, a faint sound of footsteps echoed.
The rhythm of the footsteps was steady and confident, as if they were made to be heard.
The footsteps drew forth a light source, revealing a petite figure.
Silver short hair shimmered under the firelight with a delicate luster, and she wore a black leather chest armor that covered her slightly protruding breasts. Her slender yet smoothly lined waist was exposed in the flickering light.
She wore shorts and over-the-knee socks, showing off a stretch of creamy thigh, with two bandages wrapped around her left leg and her feet donned in martial arts shoes.
"Hey, you there, shorty, have you seen a kid in a cloak and a little purple-haired Mage girl?" the torchbearer asked.
Although the girl was small in stature, she stood tall and straight. She looked over the newcomer with her head held high, then curled her lip in disappointment, "I thought it was a monster coming, but it's just some lowly Lizardmen."