This time of the year yielded some interesting herbs for alchemical works, as well as catalysts for more complex spells. And so, Carrie had been out on a gathering spree, her herbalists pouch about half full by now. Never once did the woman let her guard now. She did not survive to 28 years of age by being foolish.
It was this, being overly aware and never letting her guard down, that made Carrie perk up at the sound of foot steps.
It was daylight out, and a rather clear sky. So, this new comer was human, at least mostly. The feeling of which they gave off certainly felt mortal... But there was a magic air about them, something more... This was when Carrie’s fuchsia eyes caught sight of the whip at the mans hip. Immediately making the dark haired woman blink in surprise, before staring up at the stranger.
Reinhardt Schneider had used a whip as well, and had the same aura.
“This is certainly a ways off from the nearest village, sir. What brings you here...?”