Kiera boarded first. Part instinct to be the first into danger, but also for a more practical reason. The ragged coach looked so aged that the step-up looked like it would collapse should someone look at it the wrong way let alone a fully armoured and armed Templar were to put her weight on it. Miraculously and loudly it managed to hold, though Kiera doubted whether her ability to step into the coach was a mercy. As she moved it seemed to sway back and forth on it's axles and with her every duck and raise she feared her armour would knock into the roof or sides and shatter the weakened frame.

	She settled herself into the far corner seat tentatively, which in turn was met with a cacophony of creaks. Kiera had positioned herself so it was easier to keep watch on the road and at an advantage should she find herself brought to combat those boarding, should the worst come to pass. She had seen and even suspected the fiends and 'friends' who were boarding behind her and her heckles were up. It was true, servants of good came in all shapes and forms but it always paid to be careful.

	Kiera's armoured gantlet extracted a piece of paper almost as fragile as the transport she found herself in from her satchel and she took a moment to have a last look at the contract. It was somewhat a mystery to most, her and her order alike. Kiera had found it dumped deep in the cathedral inbox during administration duties and no-one had any recollection of how it got there. All she showed it to had scoffed. They had considered it remote and not as pressing as the issues in the capital. Only Kiera took a moment to consider it, whoever took up the call would be gone for months and unique circumstances left Kiera thinking 'months gone' was the perfect place for her. There was much dissent going on in the ranks of The Order of Light, and her presence was at the same time a rallying cry and a reason for further hostilities. If she could take back what she had seen and known then she would, but it was too late for that. Kiera recognised that infighting in the order would only strengthen the forces of darkness, no matter how much she disagreed with the current state of things. She took up the quest and had left almost all she had known behind on a gambit based on a crumpled parchment. To get away from the politics, to start her own light...

	She snapped back to the present. A call to arms was not to met with hopes and dreams. What was important now was to strengthen bonds between those with her, no matter her scepticism. [color=orange]"In the army your life is in the hands of the spearman next to you,"[/color] her father had told her, and she had only known him to be wrong four times. She tried to start things at least a little jovial, hoping to counter such grim surroundings. Had she been amongst her peers she would suggest a holy chant, but the frayed clothing and wizened glances of her 'companions' had convinced her a more comerade-like approach was necessary.

	Being trained for the army, she could get along with most people if she wanted to. As everyone settled she spoke up, chipping off a slice of wood from the window frame, [color=gold]"No expense spent,"[/color] She held it up for all to see, before throwing the splinters out the window, [color=gold]"Only the best for us."[/color] 

	Kiera as a person always spoke strongly, and bassier than most women. The easier to be heard during clamour or in a crowd. It was actually something holy warriors trained in and the manner of speech had in turn become something typical of her kind. If those assembled couldn't piece together she was a Templar from her various adornments representing Borealis or heavy armour they would almost certainly recognise that way of speaking.

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