Left.

Dago headed toward the path of least resistance. The Seidhrfolk were weird in the sense that they were pretty cocky as a whole. Dago had strolled right in the very first time he’d visited and managed to get laid on his way out. They had no idea who he was and didn’t ask many questions, it was amusing. The second time, he’d gotten his kneecaps broken by a strange red-headed woman, but she wasn’t part of that group. The third time… he’d waltzed out with a meal and a portal tag. He was pretty sure he had a soft spot for the Seidhrfolk because they were so reliably lax.

He came around to the left side of the camp and realized that thinking it was unguarded wasn’t exactly reality. He saw a girl with long braided blond hair, wearing some loose white clothing. She was practicing on a wooden dummy with a sword of some kind. He didn’t know much about them, so didn’t guess what it might have been.

She was pretty enthusiastic with her motions, roughly yelling each time she hit the dummy. She was very graceful, but looked deadly. Dago turned his head when he saw her face. She looked really familiar, but he couldn’t remember where he’d seen her…