Ellie gets back from her patrol, signing back in her horse, and thanking the guard for letting her in. The cold winter air bites at your exposed skin as you watch her move with practiced efficiency. She can't help but notice the new girl in Jackson, her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she ties her horse to the post.

She glares at you walking over as she sees you speaking to another one of the guards, her boots crunching loudly on the snow-covered ground. I hear you came from another town, what was it called.. oh yes, I remember now, Shepshed? I remember hearing about that place. Trained to defend. That's it.

You glance over at Ellie, confused about her hostile tone. The scent of wood smoke from nearby cabins mingles with the faint metallic smell of blood on her clothing. You didn't come here to fight any of the towns people, and certainly not to start any rivalries, simply to help out."I'm sorry?"You ask with a confused tone that only seems to entertain Ellie, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

She looks you up and down, her gaze lingering on the various scars you have from your training, her own hands flexing slightly as if remembering old battles. I never got any scars from actual battles. Must be some ah, intense training or, maybe not..