[center][h3][sub][i][color=salmon]F i o n a ,   A s p i r a n t   o f   t h e   B u r n i n g   L i g h t[/color][/i][/sub][/h3][/center]
[sub][sub][h3][i]Armistice - Eastern Gate - [color=green]500 HP[/color][/i][/h3][/sub][/sub]
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	An Aspirant of the Burning Light was a common thing to find within the walls of Armistice, and indeed, Fiona imagined she was among the least remarkable of the assembled group.

	They were often seen on Armistice's streets, young men and women in white robes and varying degrees of armor. They took a great deal off the city watch's shoulders, by resolving disputes and keeping order before any official magistrate had to lift a finger. They were trusted with their power by the people, for the most part, and those that thought of abusing that power were swiftly reprimanded. Such thoughts had never crossed Fiona's mind, something she was quite proud of.

	Her thoughts, her dreams, were beyond the walls. Very few Aspirants went anywhere in the Order without leaving the city and making their mark on the outside, where the real threats were. Their training was ultimately not for catching petty thieves or keeping the peace between disgruntled neighbors. It was for slaying the worst threats the world had to offer, to protect the people, or dying in the attempt. In this regard, Fiona had on more than one occasion been told that her bright red head was up in the clouds.

	[i]Temper yourself, girl,[/i] Remus often said. [i]You're no good to this Order if you're always playing the hero. Damn what the others say. If you're lucky, you'll find a quick death, and if not, you'll end up stuck here in the Temple, teaching young brats until you wither away.[/i] The thought brought a smile to her lips. As much as her indestructible optimism had vexed the old Preceptor, she knew it endeared her to him just as equally. And now it had led her here. On a fool's errand, as the other Aspirants had told her. A sure way to a quick death, without a single deed to her name. But Fiona, as ever, was optimistic.

	There seemed to be an impressive group assembled here, for one. The giant of a man that had recently arrived was perhaps the most imposing of them all... though she was a bit put off when his horse scarfed down meat. Fiona did not have the resources to own her own mount, but she'd always been fond of horses. Not that one, though. She tugged lightly on the edges of her white hood, removing the sight from her peripherals. The rest of her attire was typical for an Aspirant: white robe, easy to move in, light armor underneath, good traveling boots and leather leggings, and a finely crafted longsword belted at her hip. She rested her hands upon the hilt, and leaned back against the wall beside the gate.

	She thought she'd seen a Decanus nearby, but perhaps she was just passing through. Probably best not to make herself known, in any case. The scorn of her fellow Aspirants was enough to deal with as is.