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[indent][indent][indent][right][sub]Holy City of Alexandria [color=goldenrod]|[/color] Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters[/sub][/right][hr]
[i]Who else could he trust?[/i]

Dentrisica Banecroft had never thought she would be in Alexandria. Back in her native Labrethia she was comfortable, dedicated, and well-regarded. A descendant of the heroic dragon-riders, Dentrisica had known from the very beginning that she was important and that her ancestors were important. Serving at the emperor’s feet was an honor and the Banecroft’s were only one step beneath them. In the blonde-haired dragoon’s mind there was no one better for the job, even though she absolutely completely didn’t want to be where she currently stood. She had left her home, the Labrethian Empire, with nothing. If not for a few close friends she would have been stuck in a bad way. But that wasn’t to say Alexandria was [i]better.[/i]

She had little gil on hand and no contacts outside of a [i]particular[/i] individual whom was just as out of luck as she was. It was a weird place to be. As a child, Alexandria had been painted as the enemy. Pretentious, elf-loving, hate-spewing Alexandrians had always been a persistent thorn in the side of the empire; an empire that only wanted to bring their class of living and enlightenment of society to the world. All Dentrisica knew about Alexandria was that they were in the wrong in every war, conflict, duel, and dispute against the Empire in history. After all, it was Alexandria that criticized their research into aldite. Yet, in the end, here she was in borderline rags being forced to work in Alexandria, begging the Hunter’s Guild to take her in.

She still wondered if she made the right choice.

As far as everyone knew her, it was as Mitra, not Dentrisica. There was a reason for not disclosing her true name, but she imagined the truth would come out eventually, and she was happy to wait until that eventuality happened. These people, especially these Alexandrians, didn’t need to know who she really was. She wasn’t sure she had made peace with why she left her childhood home in the first place yet.

She crossed her arms in the meeting room, annoyed but trying her best to seem presentable. She was smiling, though for those who could read her eyes they would tell an entirely different story.

She didn’t speak. She wasn’t sure what to make of things. Somebody else spoke first.
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