One could say that Zilo was a surprising character. For all her delicate build and bashful smiles she was a woman that did not care for fear. She understood the wisdom in being cautionary, with people, scenarios, and One's very life, but so much more was she convinced of her capability as a woman and as a fighter some day, that she was imbued with a certain charm for many jobs, for many skills. On coming to the forge she hoped to learn of one more, as a background for her years long secret of a love of knives and blades. Their elegance, the possibility in one, but a strike, and death and life were hand in hand. It had fascinated her for years, since being a wee thing, and here in her twenty third year she sought to embrace it.

Quietly she came up some stone steps, looking across the vicinity with careful, keen eyes. She stood tall as she neared the door, and smiled widely as she knocked across its surface, eager and hopeful of a position here.

"Hello", she asked in her gentlest tone, so not to startle anyone beyond its frame.