"Sure thing. However since you refuse magic, it might be better to go back to my home anyway. The splint I put on you is crude and needs ot be fixed. I have better materials back home." Storm offered her after she helped her to her feet. It was odd that the stranger refused magicial treatment, but it wasn't unheard of. Even excluding the people of Connlaoth, there were still a fair amount of magicphobic people out there. "Like I said I won't force you. Either way, lets get out of this alley before you suffer a repeat of what just happened." Storm told her, being carefull not to ask straight out where they were attacking her. She walked away from Taylor, allowing her new conpanian to take a good look at her.
Storm was an eyefull indeed. First thing most people noticed was her flowing blond hair that fell past her shoulders. She was tall for the region at five foot and eight inches, but there was nothing akward about her. She had a heavly muscled, but still quite feminine figure. Her swinging walk, combined with the tight brown breeches she wore worked together to show off her well developed legs and wide hips. The green shirt that she wore was missing the bottom half and exposed her tight abs to full view, and clung to her
round full breasts. Combined with the lovely tanned skin born of many days in the outdoors, she was the subject of many dreams. The cloak now serving double duty as a sling was a mottled color that stood out in developed areas, but blended into the woods. This and the increadably soft doeskin boots she wore, with which her steps could not be heard, allowed her to move without fearing detection in the wild.