[b]Selova Ajes[/b]

The place has abruptly turned silent like a graveyard.[i] Did he drink too much...?[/i] Selova stood up as she cleared away her stray thoughts. "I'll be off for my trainings, later ~"[hr]
[i]Orcs?[/i] Selova was about to have a good night's rest in her quarters before the bells rang. Strapping on her armour, she hastily tied her ponytail, rushing down the stairs and heard the report. More than one tribe of orcs, when just one is quite a headache to deal with. She doesn't need to know that they're coming in sheer numbers.

[color=fff79a]"Right ahead, Captain."[/color] Selova straddled in brisk steps towards the Eastern Market district, her left hand has rested on the sword hilt, ready to be drawn at any time necessary. The cover of the night is a discomforting fact, especially in a raid like this one. Her quick draw is good enough to fend off ambushes, but her grey eyes stared towards the streets uneasily. She's not sure whether her sword will chip away from their pesky armour, but time will tell.

The group she'll be working alongside with will be a familiar bunch, Isbeil who was also one of the 3 newcomers, and the eyepatch girl Octavia from the tavern the previous night. Except for Pox, whom she hasn't met or heard about.