You thought you would be alone all the way here. It was so empty, vast yet monotonous in it's rolling hills along the dirt path, yet it was only here when you came across her. The wandering samurai, a rather well endowed woman with a grumpy scowl across her face, one of her eyes slashed with a scar. Her right arm was missing. You had only heard tales about this woman, yet here she was before you, giving you a bitter look.

"...What're you lookin' at? Don't gimme that look." She spoke coarsely, her voice containing a vague rural dialect, almost country sounding.