[Romelle is in the midst of strapping on the mask she had been told she would need, pausing a moment before it covers her mouth to direct a healthy frown at the costumed man.]

You aren't precisely skilled at instilling confidence in others, are you.

[Mask on, the blonde squares up her shoulders and begins to lead the charge forward. She's always been a touch brazen when the need strikes and despite her now amazing lack of confidence, she figures the quicker she goes then the quicker she can come racing back. Perhaps while screaming at the same time.]

Now then, the legend says there is a monster somewhere in these mists that likes to collect shiny trinkets.