Hilda stands at the end of a street in the Brume, as she often does these days. She stares off into the crisp blue sky, a thoughtful look plastered on her features as she ponders the events of the day. She seems like she's about to mutter something to herself, but it's at that moment that she hears you approach - and she turns to face you, a small, confident smile on her face.

Lookin' for me, eh?