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The woman was clearly intrigued by Nee's half answer and introduced herself as Acheri. She also did something very unusual. She offered some warmer attire to the clearly underdressed Neaera. Nee gratefully accepted the winter clothing and immediately slipped the mittens and hat over her head. Feeling warmer already, Nee thanked Acheri profusely and rubbed her still chilled hands together. The gloves helped but her hands had already been touched by the cold.

[colour=FFD700]"Thank you so much! I suppose you could tell how cold I really was. My name is Neaera-"[/colour], she continued, practically cutting herself off, [colour=FFD700]"-most people just call me Nee."[/colour] She hesitated, if only slightly before the next sentence, [colour=FFD700]"I.. probably should not tell you this, but you seem so nice. I'm looking for the Saints!"[/colour] She lowered her voice for the last phrase but it's excited tone could not be hushed. [colour=FFD700]"I wish to join them![/colour] Her smiled beamed for a moment before she looked around, embarrassed. [colour=FFD700]"I met a Saint, and he told me their headquarters was somewhere in Red Harbour. He was light on the details which has left me, well lost."[/colour] Nee tittered softly at the absurdity of the situation. Here she was, prowling around in one of the most dangerous boroughs of the city, after midnight, in the freezing cold, looking for... something. Not a situation the average nineteen-year-old girl would think to find themselves in. But.. Neaera was not the average 19 year old girl. Which is why she found herself trying to join a superhero group which honestly may or may not exist. Nee was still determined to get to the bottom of it. If they did exist, she would join them. If they did not, well.. she'd cross that bridge when she came to it.