Take A Wrong Turn

She didn't need to wait long, before she knew it, a figure appeared in the distance. At first the stranger seemed like a mirage, just a pale wave on the horizon. But as the stranger got closer and more details came into view, it became obvious this would be no average opponent. Though the female that approached was smaller in stature, the stranger was adored in battle armor unlike any Sylvia had seem before. A shimmering gleam of pale white, as if a the spirit of a warrior came to answer her call from beyond the grave. Out of all the images she had picture for her opponent, this was not anywhere close to what she had imagined. Suddenly the woman spoke, and Sylvia was shaken from spirited thoughts with a small chuckle falling off her lips. "Yes, though for a moment I thought you were a spirit." She shook her head at her silliness before lifting her head and glancing at the woman's beautiful armor. "Where is the war, lovely?" If there was a battle to take place, Sylvia wanted to know about it, but if the other woman only adorned herself in armor for this spar, then Sylvia had her work cut out for her. "You must tell me the name of your blacksmith, after this." Sylvia had wanted her own armor for a long time now, but lacked the material or knowledge on how to properly craft such attire. But surely this woman knew, or knew the name of a wolf who did.