[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	“Unsavory? I barely said anything.” spoke Fia. She looked at the assortment of items that lay on the table. The flier caught her eye. Either the owner was a patron, or this building was a part of the route advertised. Fia reached over and picked up the clear case containing the hairpin. She looked at it as she twirled the case around in her hands. “Though, I suppose I am of the mind that if the previous owner is dead, what harm is there in repurposing goods that are will otherwise be forgotten?”

	As far as first impressions go, Fia was not expecting so much law and order. Keeping the peace she understood, but such overwhelming morality was not. Fia was not a bandit, and she wasn’t going to start making enemies with those she had just met. Her expectations were a little dashed, though. An expedition into a land not once visited in almost a millennia. Fia expected there to be some gathering of treasures along with those artifacts and knowledge the archaeologists were hoping to dig up. She guessed that since the house appeared to be much newer than something a millennia old, and the flier was only date thirty years ago. This part of the land was still occupied. Thirty years still felt like a long time for such valuables to be sitting around unclaimed.

	Engelbert and the other masked man approached the table. Fia missed the masked elf’s name, but he seemed to have an air of leadership with him. The elf addressed Roxas, the other elf who brought down the papers and trinkets. In one way, he was informing her about their position within the property. In another way, it was like he was scolding her, but not as bluntly as Engelbert done earlier. Fia sighed at the end of his statement. Though it was addressed to Roxas, Fia felt the words were meant for everyone.

	“Fine.” Said Fia softly. She placed the clear case containing the hairpin back onto the table where she initially picked it up. “It’s not like there won’t be any other relics on this journey.” Fia raised her arms up, interlocking her fingers. After she stretched, she raised a hand palm out as she swiped the air waving to the group.

	“I’ll say again, my name’s Fia. My specialty is sorcery. I am just in love with those who are born with the power to make the world however they want on a whim. So much so, I’ve made their power my own.” Fia chuckled, “I can do a little of everything, but my true specialty lies in the elements.” Fia let down the hand she was using to wave, so it lay horizontal with her palm up. From the center of her palm a pillar of fire erupted, almost touching the ceiling. It lasted only a moment before it was replaced with a ball of water, that froze. Finally the ball collapsed into itself forming a small black void, and then it disappeared all together.

	“Though, if I need to, I am pretty good with a rapier.” Fia finished her introduction.

	With her demonstration done, Fia quickly scooted over next to the man in armor. Fia had never met an oni before, and that alone caught Fia’s attention. But then when it came to his work with curses and cursed metal, she found someone truly special. Fia was aware of the possibility of cursed metal, but now she found living proof. Fia looked up at the armored oni with eagerness. Fia's eyes were as deep red as her dress, and a black ring surrounded her pupils. “You don’t have to worry about me, lovely. I would be most interested to learn more about how you wield your cursed metal.”