"[color=B22222][b]Go forth champion and take what is rightly yours.[/b][/color]" A soft and muted whisper told her. Flavia in her legionary armor stood a top hill of corpses. Her armor completely drenched in crimson ichor. Beneath her laid the shattered bodies of her past foes. Their eyes fixed on her with fearful stares. In front of her was a chalice. As he walked closer, the bronze cup tipped towards her. It spilled blood. "[color=B22222][b]Drink and attain my gift. My gift of ever-lasting life.[/b][/color]" The voice told her. Tempting her to accept the bargain. She reached out for the chalice. Stretching her hands to grab this mysterious blessing that was being bestowed on her. Just as she did so, she was pulled back to reality.  

Flavia was awoken rather abruptly. She couldn't tell who the person was that was shaking her leg. Telling her to get up and meet the others in the backroom. Flavia grunted at first, trying to ignore the person and get some more sleep. However they were relentless. "[color=B8860B]Alright alright! I'll get up! I'll be there in five minutes![/color]" She yelled. At that she was finally left alone. 

It took a few minutes to Flavia open her eyes and sit up straight. A few minutes more to shake off the grogginess from her system. She found herself still in the same dress she was wearing the night before. She touched her lip to see if it had healed from the bar brawl she had last night. She could still taste the blood in her mouth. "[color=B8860B][i]Talos Almighty I need something to eat.[/i][/color]" She muttered to herself as she began to stand up. The pounding headache she had would go away if she could just have some breakfast. It would have to wait though. 

A few more minutes later and Flavia arrived at the backroom. Slamming it open as she had one hand one her face. The faster she could get through this meeting, the better. She was in desperate need of food. "[color=B8860B]Shor's blood Quintus. This better be good or I'm stabbing somebody.[/color]" She said out loud in a cold and sinister tone. Talking down her boss without fear of retribution.