It was the typical story from the townspeople. "Help! Help! There's a dragon up there!" And there was, as there always had been. For hundreds of years that beast had lain dormant, snoozing on her pile of treasure. In truth, these treasures were nothing but a pile of shiny rocks, but some dragons weren't very clever, just like this one. Anyway, that was really neither here nor there. What mattered, was the fact that some band of adventuring idiots had thought it a good idea to scale the cliff up to the cave in which the ancient dragon dwelled. Of course, in doing this they had disturbed said female, and ever since she had been raining hellfire down on the town. Luckily for them, she wasn't incredibly powerful in terms of dragonkind, but of course it was still more than enough to cause a huge amount of devestation. As luck would have it, a pair of real heroes were passing through, and due to the begging and bribing of the townsfolk, they had eventually agreed to take on the foe. Eliana was one of those two. She was a confident redhead, though not of the fiery personality so often associated with the colour. Instead, she was a relatively balanced woman, though of course as all men and women of any race, she had her moments of weakness. Even so, in general she kept her emotions in check, seeing the world through a logical lens. She sought peace where possible, but of course, she would always charge headfirst into battle if need be, and would not hesitate about doing it. This was a goal oriented woman who always sought the best route possible to her ends, whatever they might be. This grey eyed adventurer was currently sitting in a local tavern, waiting for her partner. She wasn't entirely certain where he was, and she doubted if she wanted to know. The man was unpredictable at the best of times, although so far they had never come to blows over it, nor had he let her down when things really mattered. For what they lacked in commonality, they made up for in closeness. They recognised eachother as different sides to the same coin, and worked together like a well oiled machine - most of the time. In this dank environment, she sat for at least half an hour, though she had to admit that she had arrived ten minutes earlier than planned. Sitting next to her were a pair of well supplied packs, stocked with various remedies, food and water, as well as various other miscellaneous items that might come of use during their `hike up to the dragons' lair. Upon the woman herself, were a pair of curved blades. They were slung from her hips by a carefully crafted leather belt, sitting neatly against her clothes - which also happened to be mostly leather. Armour had never been her thing, and so she simply wore this lightweight hide along with a fairly drab green tunic. Of course, atop this was the obligatory cloak - essential in cold weather, as it was at the moment. "Where is that fool?" Eliana muttered to herself, drumming her fingers impatiently on the table at which she sat, sly features glancing about the dreary place in search of her counterpart. They needed to get going, or else they would be caught by sundown before they even made it to the base of the crags. But then again, what was one more day of the dragon breathing? They had survived this long, the town could cope with a few more hours. Eliana tucked a rogue strand of supposedly plaited hair behind her ear, merely fiddling now, doing anything to prevent the temptation of ordering a drink in this filthy room. If that happened, god knew what diseases she'd pick up.