At that instant as a torrential rain poured down the city, the scarlet-haired woman, while carrying a mace with one of her hands, stood in your path with a soothing expression but with a welcoming smile with some suspicion on your part to which she commented breaking the uncomfortable silence "Oh I see that a poor forlorn soul, came out of her burrow in horrible weather like this... I am sorry for your misfortune but wouldn't it be better, if you follow me and I give you some shelter?"