The smell of brine and the feel of crosswinds at her back is still new to Amelia, stepping off the Glory and setting foot on land for the first time in a week. She looks across the pier to see other moored ships; freighters and schooners and dinghies alongside each other. People mill about their business as the other soldiers, led by their druids, march into the port town and set to find their quarry.

Indeed, this will be a rough hunt. Edelweiss Thatch, former member of the Order and current traitor, wielder of Regulus. They said that she was one of the best among them, and Amelia can attest to that. And yet here they are on this backwater island to bring in a murderer.

At least if she doesn't die in the process of capture, which doesn't seem likely when it comes to Amelia's commanding officer. Finally coming off the boat to join her charges, Druid Raven Omninas' eyes shift around to take in the surroundings. Slumped in her hood with silver locks dangling out of it, she grips her staff as though ready to attack at any moment.

Omninas barks, "Well, w-what are you w-waitin' for? Go do your b-blasted jobs so I-I can start doing mine. A-Anyone who doesn't get her b-back by sunset," the druid looks pointedly at Amelia, "will be in t-t-terrible s-straits. That b-bitch will b-b-burn for what she d-did to me!"

She raps her staff upon the ground, and flames burst from the point struck in the semblance of a torch. The woman raises it toward the town, and Amelia and the rest go on their forced march, lest she snaps for even the slightest delay.