A big green plain comes into view, Phillia has reached her destination. With plentiful boars, this will be a good training spot for her, minus the possibility of death of course (Wouldn't want to die on my second day). She takes out her rapier, and examines the field for a group of three boars. Oh no, she's at it again, risking her life to just live in the moment. Her eyes catch the attention of a group of four boars. "Perfect."