[center][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1335185][color=#C0C0C0]⋪[/color][color=#e62000]▬[/color][color=#670A0A]═[/color][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/356101021908467713/359488824033935361/A-Kyra.png[/img][/url][color=#670A0A]═▬═[/color][url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1337521][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/356101021908467713/359488821433335808/A-Kit.png[/img][color=#670A0A]═[/color][color=#e62000]▬[/color][color=C0C0C0]⫷[/color][/url]
[url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1335185][color=#C0C0C0]⋪[/color][color=#e62000]▬[/color][color=#670A0A]▬═▬[/color][color=#e62000][b]Kyra and Kit[/b][/color][color=#670A0A]▬═▬[/color][color=#e62000]▬[/color][color=C0C0C0]⫷[/color][/url][/center][hr]Having been promised a profession as a daring explorer, destined to chart the world for the starry-eyed ideals of humanity, Kyra wasn't impressed that it all amounted to mercenary work. Of course, she wasn't surprised either. Many of mother's teachings have been lost from her mind, but one always seemed to echo from within. Men love nothing more than their money, their women, and their violence. Combining any or all of the three for your benefit is the path to success. She was just happy to be working on the side of violence now. Much more dignified work. 

The money didn't mean so much to her. It was nothing that she had ever had any control over before, anyway. The concept of it simply didn't seem very valuable to her, as long as you could manage a bearable living situation without it. But, at least in her current occupation, it certainly helped to keep one's self intact. The still pristine cowl billowing behind her was certainly a testament to the uses of monetary gain, with it's thin sheen of magic resistance sparkling faintly in the sun. Still, she didn't take much time hefting the sack of coins presented to her before depositing it in one of her ally's bottomless purses.

But now there was work to do and there was no sense in dallying. [color=#e62000]"I'm a little worried,"[/color] Kyra leaned over the table with her index placed on the map over the keep they were tasked with infiltrating. [color=#e62000]"This river here. Will that narrow our path inside?"[/color] She looked up to the Marshal as she asked. Unintentionally taking an inviting stance, her billowing robes folding out to reveal her supple, tanned chest, her unconscious seductiveness betrayed her focused tone. She didn't even seem to notice, as she was conditioned to address her superiors in this way. 

>Accidental Diplomacy of 4.