Floor seven. Windy, desolate yet so homely. The red head stood at the top of a mountain her cloak whipping around her as she scoured the sparse brush below. Several mobs loitered around below as players went about their business. Sitting on the ledge of one of the mountains her arm resting on one knee as she held the Muramasa, her name’s sake in it’s scabbard resting the point of the sheathed blade on the ground. Her eyes flicked to a patch of blue he’d finished off several mobs and was now walk