The desert heat of TERRA couldn't compare to the scorching air of IGNIS' Hellfire Valley. It'd need more than just the sun's glare and sand's reflection to be able to burn Dena. And with her body coated in her black ash whenever she left the Convent temples, something so meek as obtaining a sunburn was a foreign concept to her body. But that was the good thing about being here: the Convent wasn't here.

Abusing that fact as much as she can, Dena had completely abandoned the Convent's disciplines of modesty and reservation. With her cloak completely shifted over her shoulders and acting as a large cape, her six arms announcing her demonic heritage and missionary attire announcing her Ignan origin were in full view for the whole city to see. And she liked it, a mischievous and violent grin spread across her face. How good it felt to feel free, away from the Convent that caged her and the Asuras who despised her. She was alone in a city that did not know her. She sucked in as much desert air as her lungs could take, looked up towards the sky, and with a bit of magic exhaled a flood of smoke and embers. She grinned as the smoldering black cloud floated up and dispersed, pretending that it was her worries and anger being relieved from her. If only it were that simple...

Content with the feeling, she pulled her cloak back over the rest of her body as well as her hood over her head, hiding herself behind her Fathaur Convent vestment once more. Her arms shuffled around inside the cloak before one slid out, holding a Blazing Sands flier. She was thankful that her sisters help teach her to read and write, even if she wasn't particularly good at either. But she was thankful. Thankful for their help and support. Thankful for their teachings, teachings that Dena herself wanted to impart on some souls drowning in blind violence just as she was before. And what better place to do it than a mercenary company? 

Criminals and Bound demons truly are the antithesis of the Convent's teaching, but they are probably like true Asura; delighting in their own carnage and malignancy, regretting nothing as they suffocate their minds and bodies with bloodshed and fighting. Mercenaries, though, only do it for coin. True, there may be some who do it so they may bathe in their desires for brutality and rampage, but Dena believed that there were many who do it only because it was the only thing they knew. It may be selfish and arrogant, but Dena wanted to find and help these individuals just as her sisters had helped her.

And so to the Blazing Sands she walked.

And for the Blazing Sands she cleaned.

Rolling up the rope and cloth left in the street, Dena constantly reminded herself not to be so angry over some fool littering the streets. In IGNIS, litter allows pests places to hide. And in IGNIS, pests were sometimes more dangerous than the predators stalking the wilds. She may not be in IGNIS anymore, but habits were hard to break. Still, what use would some round piece of cloth tied to some rope be? Lifting the rolled up garbage, she glanced around for a Ignan firepit or street incinerator before spotting the large boar tied to a post at the side of the building. Huffing bitterly and going against her own upbringing, she wandered towards the boar and placed the cloth trash between the post and building.

Finally ready to head into the building that she believed was the Blazing Sands HQ, a hand quickly grabbed her and demanded compensation for wounding a camel. Dena quickly denied getting into any fights and tried explaining that she had just arrived her moments ago via a plane. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because the man seemed completely convinced that Dena was the one who hit his camel. He then when on to say that he saw Dena folding up her parachute and setting it by her boar. Dena was about to deny this again when some city guards came over and asked if it was true. Dena tried explaining that she was just getting trash out of the way, but the guards quickly surrounded her and explained that they would like a few words elsewhere. Smoke was venting from Dena's cloak and hood as her irritation violently grew, but she forced herself to stay calm and asked the guards why the wanted her. They stated something about vandalism and a water tower, but they spoke too quickly and with too much legalese for Dena to understand.

Dena argued bitterly and resorted to cruel name calling and even yelling profanities in her Asura tongue as four men struggled to drag her away. But at least she technically didn't get violent, so that's a start...