Trial flicked her mainhand axe to the side sharply, allowing excess goblin goo to slip off the tip. Casually she walked forward through the caves, seemingly uncaring as to whether the lowly, ugly little creatures would attempt to ambush or sneak up from behind. The tiefling seemed almost expectant... willing it to happen.
She adjusted the mask on her face as she turned a corner, her gaze meeting the poster head-on. Quietly she stood there, reading the poster and looking over the image with scrutiny. After a few seconds she chuckled, grinning beneath the mask.
"Tired...? What a gentle term of description. Idiots."
The fiery-haired tiefling continued on, uncaring, as though never having seen the poster.