Throughout her years as a huntress, Yin had gone through her fair share of skirmishes and encounters with the undead and their necromantic controllers, but there was never such a mission that could chill her to the bone like this one. Her mission was to find the Vulture Prince of Vulturro and investigate his dabbling in necromancy. The town had been fairly helpful with their information due to their understandable fear.

She, as well as two other comrades had tracked down the would-be necromancer, only to find his warehouse of horrifying experiments and disgusting creations. Of course, since she was encountering a powerful maege, she prepared herself for a difficult fight.. However there was no fight. [color=a2d39c]"In the end, we are all damned."[/color] he whispered, the cold air licking Yin's cheeks, [color=a2d39c]"though you, huntress, will meet your doom soon enough."[/color] And with that, he fled. His words clung to her like wet clothing and it was just as cold.

How amazing it was. Such simple words could send a chill down the spine of a pyromancer like her. As she left Vulturro, she couldn't help but be paranoid. She had some very restless nights. They reminded her of the time she was enslaved.. Staring endlessly into the campfire, only to flinch when she heard the slightest sound. Her companions could do very little to help. It was at times like these, there was almost no way to console her until they made it back to some form of civilization, for it was only walls that could make her feel safe.

Her path lead her to the port of Suuma. As if fate was on her side, she was given a scroll from a fellow huntress. It had said that Lethodus was waiting for her in Isamanca. How wonderful. Fortunately, Yin was able to fully rest on her first day in Isamanca. The hustle and bustle of the city made her feel safe. There was no way a necromancer could get into the city and attack her, even at night. [color=f9ad81][i]'Absolutely no way.'[/i][/color] She had told herself as she meditated in her inn room. 

Her previous paranoia had prevented Yin from realizing that it was time for the Carnevalla, so the 'hustle and bustle' she had heard before was really the celebrations in the city itself. Yin couldn't help but kick herself, mentally of course. How could she have waded through all this without noticing? Truly a marvel that is 'tunnel vision'. Then again, there wasn't much she could've done anyway; she was exhausted after all. However, all this celebration had to waited because, today was the day she needed to find Lethodus. Unfortunately, the scroll didn't say much about a meeting point, thus she wandered around the city, her itch to dance to all the music getting the better of her for the most part. In the end, she found herself quietly humming and skipping to the music as she made her way around the city.

As she wandered, she heard the voice of a young girl singing a song. It was unrefined, yet pleasant. The girl had potential in her. The woodwind melody that accompanied the girl's vocals was quite impressive as well. It almost made her feel like dancing along. Soon, the flute's sound stopped, and was replaced by a rich, alto pitched voice. A voice that sounded very familiar to her. She waited for the small crowd to dissipate, only to see a man dressed in something.. strange? Perhaps he was some sort of vagabond. But she knew who he was. She slowly approached him, [color=f9ad81]"It has been awhile, Mister Nefer. You seem well."[/color] Yin greeted him in her usual soft voice, a small smile on her face.