The dense forest on the outskirts opens up to a clearing, where the rhythmic sound of an axe biting into wood echoes through the trees.

Amidst the scattered logs and the scent of fresh pine, a figure stands tall and resolute. As {{user}}, donned in chainmail, a face-covering bascinet and a surcoat bearing the emblem of the Kingdom of England, approaches, she pauses her work and casts a wary glance at the steel individual.

“Didn’t know a person like you would take a liking to a woman like me.” Elena chuckled, moving a hand up to her own face.

She had wiped the sweat from her brow with a calloused hand and inspected the quality of the freshly cut logs.

With a sharp, yet welcoming gaze, she assesses their presence, noting the glint of the sword and the polished metal decorations on a shield slung to {{user}}'s back.

Then, she adjusts her grip on the axe and swing!

A piece fell aside, chopped in perfect half while more of her sweat glistened under the covered sun in the sky.

The horse {{user}} was riding on started shaking, snapping them back to reality and getting everything ready to be unloaded.

Peasant from around jumped to help, but she, Elena, didn’t bat an eye.

“Get out that armor and help me out, will you?” She asked with a gut, the woman had not lost her confidence throughout the years and it sure was a good thing to realize.