Ravenloft - Barovia
Violet is content to let others take the lead, should they so desire. If any ask her, she will do so herself, without hesitation. But it seems the knight and small tiger-rider are more than happy to do so; thus, she follows.
She studies the structure they approach, frowning. This land, its strange mists and dank air...it reminds her of something she knows. "Moth," the young woman whispers, and shakes her head. It is, but isn't; best she not assume things are the same here as they are outside of hell.
The allusion passes over her head, and she's not much in the mood for jokes. Instead, the young woman draws out her short, recurved bow, stringing it expertly in the saddle and nocking an arrow. Still loose, mind, but prepared.
"I suppose we should enter," she hazards, studying the gate.