[center][h1][color=0054a6]Alia of the Knife [/color][/h1][/center]


It was just a little thing, but Alia of the Knife could not help but feel a certain amount of pride when Ignis’s eyes found her. He was talking of talent despite outward appearance, and it was nice to have someone away from Oriens finally realize that. Looking as small as she did was really an advantage in a fight, after all. Her opponents almost always underestimated her.

It was, for this reason, Alia felt for her new friend in the face of the big warrior’s arrogance, but she could not agree with Kailea. Alia most certainly feared death in battle; she had seen too many die, some even to her own blades, to forget just how easily one could be removed from this life, and the little knife fighter didn’t think much of talk about an afterlife. No, Alia did not have much, but she did have her life and she would not be so quick to lay it down. The woman was determined not only to make it out of this filthy rich but also with her body completely intact.

It would help that she was already quite fast and good at disappearing, but Alia swore then she’d be even faster every fight if she had to. Anything to make it out alive.

So caught up was she in her own thoughts, Alia missed the pyromancer asking to leave, but she did hear Ignis finally speak up again.

The noble nodded. [color=fff79a]"You may take your leave, yes. However, you must reconvene with us at the Arena in town by sundown. Entrants must make themselves known before tomorrow, and I would rather not be wandering the streets in the darkness."[/color]

Alia took that as her cue to leave as well. There was really not too much point in waiting around here any longer, and it’d be nice to recharge some before meeting at the arena. Without further ado, the little woman turned towards the big gates marking the exit from the estate.