The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the encampment in the rolling German landscape. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers, along with the smell of various oils, fires, foodstuffs, gunpowder, alcohol, and all the other less desirable scents of an army encampment. A smaller encampment of a band of Landsknecht was nestled amidst a small grove of ancient oak trees. Their twisting branches formed a canopy that almost entirely covered the encampment, providing respite from the rays of the sun. The voices of the soldiers were mixed with the clinking of metal, as pots were tended to and armor and weaponry cared for. It was in this setting that the small encampment, only 20 or 30 strong, that you could find the band's most notable mercenary. She stood by her tent, leaning against a barrel. She rested her arm upon a zweihander, the weapon nearly as tall as she was. She looked completely in her element, her light green eyes, sharp like a hawk's, scanning her surroundings. Her straw-blonde hair poked out from beneath a ruffled hat, colored in stripes of black and yellow and adorned with two large white feathers. It framed a face that was sharp yet undeniably feminine. She wore a cuirass, polished and well cared for, the armholes lined with shining brass. Her sleeves were puffed, with bands of yellow and bands of mixed stripes of black and white. She wore black hosen, completely covering her right leg, but leaving her left leg almost completely bare save for a small sliver around the hip, and only covering 2/3rds of her left buttcheek and a tall yellow stocking that came up to just under her knee. A katzbalger, in a red leather scabbard, hung by her nearly bare hip, the brass guard shining in the fading sun. She held a stein of beer, taking a large gulp from it as she leaned back more against the barrel. Her form was slim, yet held a certain feminine softness to it, especially around her somewhat wide hips. She glanced at you, flashing a cheeky grin "Just going to stare, or join me?"