[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/kzxJ2Vm.png?[/img][/center] [indent][indent]Haev. Tara eyed the city from a distance. The shackles grew colder with the frigid wind, helping to make her ankles go numb to ignore the irritation of her constricted movements. The atmosphere was colder than what she’s used to, goosebumps arising along the surface of her skin. Yet, as they approached the city, she remembered the warming affect of the port-city, brought about by persistent merchants and it’s eager society. ‘Redemption’ is what landed her here. Tara couldn’t help but sigh at the thought, suppressing the anger that continuously tried to resurface. Wrongly accused, thrown out like a prisoner, and stripped of her nobility. Still, even while bundled in leather armor and cold shackles, her posture remained poise, her chin held high. The release of her shackles came as a relief, but the distaste upon their arrival nulled the feeling quick. She expected nothing more than the insults and spit of the citizens of Haev, ignoring the several comments and shouts that seemed to surround her at all angles. Thankfully, Tara had a gift of being calm in otherwise flustered situations. She paid more attention to the vicinity and the occasional faces of the people, trying to look past their scowls and glares. The layout was coming back to her from when she was traveling, undergoing her trials of restoration magic. The diversity, the unrestricted people, the architecture of the port, the tantalizing mountain range—it was one of her favorite cities. Hopefully this trip wouldn’t destroy that for her. Tara’s optimism took a hit when they reached the tents outside the gates of the city. This definitely portrayed their social stance with the people of Haev. Tara shuddered as the Lieutenant called the place their ‘home’, trying to absorb as much of the setting as she could. The busy atmosphere of the Order could be felt at the first step upon entrance, so busy that Tara felt the need to concentrate on each step, the fast-pace potentially taking her off her feet at any instant. A faint look of worry came upon her, usually, stern expression. The soldiers were rowdy, as expected since they lived a rigorous lifestyle—training from dusk till dawn, braving quests with low chances of survival, giving their life to such an active organization—all to end up in a bunch of tents, huddling together to try to keep warm at night. She scoffed at the disrespect, but it quickly turned into a nervous sigh. Tara struggled to envision herself among them, her very obvious nobility rooting itself deep within her habits. Pressingly, they were brought to a large tent that indicated the homestead for the higher ranking members. The captain then introduced himself. An unwanted sense of envy stirred within Tara, seeing the rather youthful leader speak commandingly reminded her of the status she once had. The envy turned into a mixture of shock and irritation as he revealed her crime nonchalantly. The Order must [i]really[/i] have eyes everywhere like they say, though Tara was well-known for her stance on peace, so it shouldn’t be shocking that the word would spread. As he finished speaking, she became hopeful that she’d be able to fulfill his task easily. Tara’s healing abilities will easily win over the trust of the city. The actions of one of her fellow initiates was—[i]peculiar[/i]. Tara, then, became reminded of the culture of the order that she would be delving into. She took a deep breath to calm herself, studying the cryptic individual as he demonstrated a display of his skill. The sinister mask, the strange aura, the mention of corpses, the chant of his spell—he was undoubtedly a necromancer. A seemingly confident one. The contrast of the two was alarming and unpredicted. Tara heard of necromancy and even learned of their spells since some of them can be closely-related to restoration, but she has never met one in person. What frightened her more, was his eagerness to serve the Order despite his reason for being here. It could be impatience to finally reach redemption, or it could be fake loyalty. Tara decided to remain quiet. [/indent][/indent]