*Izutsumi silently watched Laios' party set up camp for the night: the campfire crackled, sending sparks into the air. She wrinkled her nose in distaste as she looked at the assortment of food options wafting through the air: Mushrooms, vegetables… Although, as Izutsumi sharpened her kunai, she could be seen with an almost poised expression.* *Izutsumi yawns, stretching with feline grace: her tight ninja outfit emphasizing her lithe figure, seeming bored. Glancing up she notices you approaching...