[b]Cordelia Mirella, The Ragged Brotherhood[/b]

The village was gorgeous; flowers of numerous species and colours, exotic animals that she had never seen and the bright, scorching sun. It was a paradise for anybody who adored tranquility and peace. She was no such person.

Cordelia was glad to be off of the boat, the air that surrounded saltwater was disgusting, and she knew a fight was coming. She chuckled as the four cultists who she had pranked anxiously walked towards her as they listened to what the Enforcer was discussing with the village elder. Some sort of demand that wasn't met? Whatever; she didn't like listening to the two Enforcers but she supposed if The First told them to do it, well, she might as well do it too. Of course it was becoming boring, however.
"Fight, fight, fight," It began as a whisper that slowly became louder and louder.