[center][h3][sub][i][color=salmon]F i o n a[/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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	Fiona studied each of her companions in turn. The Enclave brother, with his own brand of robes, and a heavy mace, though his first action was to offer everyone tea. Fiona politely accepted and drank, but did not join in on the conversation. The young woman from Markovia provoking the giant man was enough to keep her away from that. She wasn't at all certain what to make of him, and truth be told he did make her a little nervous. Only a fool would regard him with carelessness. If nothing else, she was glad he would be on her side, and not opposing her on the road somewhere.

	Several of them were mercenary-looking types, lightly armored, with other melee weapons or bows, and Fiona imagined that most of them were here for the money, or the idea of the reward that awaited them upon their successful return. Great riches had of course been promised, but it struck Fiona as a bit of a foolish reason to embark on such a dangerous journey. Coin was of little use to a corpse, after all. No, surely they had other reasons for being present. Perhaps it was just Fiona's optimism that led her to think so.

	Then the member of her Order that she thought she'd seen a few moments earlier approached her, and Fiona felt a jolt of nervousness course through her upon recognizing the woman. Sister Ezheia was not known the world-over yet, but most Aspirants in Armistice had certainly heard of her, and the swelling tales of her skill and efficiency, as well as her rather unique style. The black armor she wore was normally something that wouldn't be looked on kindly in an Order member that wasn't yet a Venator... but everyone knew that Ezheia would become one soon enough, when the Archon felt her age and experience matched her clearly demonstrated skill. The Black Decanus, in the meantime, was a well-respected name, one that was known to intimidate some of the Order's lesser members.

	Not Fiona, of course. The redheaded girl was actually a bit elated to be approached by Ezheia, even as she felt a flutter of uncertainty. It was entirely possible she was about to get chewed out by a well-known Decanus, for her decision to join up with the group, but Fiona was just excited to [i]talk[/i] to her. [color=salmon]"Sister Ezheia,"[/color] she said, taking a step away from the wall and removing her hood. [color=salmon]"It's an honor to meet you."[/color] She bowed briefly, her expression clearly betraying both anxiety and excitement. [color=salmon]"I'm Fiona. An Aspirant. That's... probably obvious."[/color] She bit her lip for a moment, suddenly remembering what Ezheia had asked.

	[color=salmon]"I'm... here to join up with the caravan, Sister. I've already gained some experience within the walls. It's time for me to set out. And it's a good cause."[/color] The last statement was undoubtedly a controversial one, but Fiona expected the last thing the Black Decanus wanted to see in her was weakness, and trying to hide her reasoning for joining up was a sure way to show it. She was resolved to at least show certainty in her decision, even if it earned her Ezheia's disapproval.