“Sting-san from Sabertooth?” Layla muttered to herself watching as the young man raised a bow at her. The woman tilted her head and the holy dragon slayer mimicked her actions.
“Hello?” she greeted insecure of what this encounter would lead to. She was never lucky with dragon slayers, they always seemed to get her into trouble or something of the sort a fate she passed down to her daughter. With lsight bow to the man she allowed herself to observe his exterior aspects as well as his spiritual strenght.