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[color=#736AFF][b][h1]Ranbu no Izayoi[/h1][/b][/color]
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Eight help her, why was it her fate to be surrounded by, to say it politely, eccentrics? Izayoi furrowed her brow, considering each of them in turn. In order,

A man blatantly claiming to be a Skaellan spy. She knew something of how SEED operated, based on the operatives she'd discovered once before the war. This was not how Skaellans gathered intelligence. Either he was a lunatic, or some sort of incompetent sent out to where he could do the least damage: far away from home. He would bear watching.

The man with the Skallean was just an Edrenian monster hunter. Nothing special, aside from the more-than-competent swordplay she'd witnessed from him out of the corner of her eye. 

A fellow Mystrel. On paper, anyhow. Izayoi had never quite felt much of a connection to her own race, having been orphaned so long ago and raised by a Sollan. And based on her memories, her parents hadn't even been representative of the culture she'd occasionally witnessed in her travels in her youth. 

[color=#736AFF][b]"Breathe, girl. I don't quite intend on assaulting you."[/b][/color] Izayoi sighed in Miina's direction. Looking for her brother? Well, it made sense, at the very least. If she was a tribal, it stood to reason her brother was of age to be exiled. A nonsensical practice in her own opinion, but there was a reason she considered herself Osprean first. 

A pause. She followed the redhead's gaze. [i]Really?[/i] Of all the...she was just going to ignore that.

Moving on...now this was curious. It wasn't a surprise to learn that Valheim was experimenting on people. And creating...whatever sort of lizardlike thing this girl was supposed to be. To what end, though? Still, her sympathy did extend to a fellow victim of the occupiers. She offered Eve a brief nod before her gaze slid down to notice her lack of food. Izayoi frowned.

[color=#736AFF][b]"Eat. You'll need to keep your strength up for the journey ahead. If you're lacking in food, we've stores in the wagon."[/b][/color] She chided, seeming as though she wouldn't relent on this point until Eve actually did have dinner. 

And lastly...this name was somewhat familiar to her, at least. Shortly before Atsu's fall, word had come through the village from passing travelers of Robin Fey. A local do-gooder, of sorts. They'd failed to mention the youth's utter ostentation. It would be less irritating without the sparkles. Or the [i]Edrenian military dress[/i]. The sight still boiled her blood. Still, she pushed her first response down. After all, traveling with the Caradoc boy was still a worse reminder of those times. 

Izayoi sighed, glancing in Arton's direction as he ran off. Best to get started on training once he returned. Pah. Her, of all people, providing instruction to a southron. A terrible joke. Still, anything to make her companions more effective against the Valheimr. 

She glanced back around the crowd of new faces, her arms folded. Right, she should probably give her own name, shouldn't she?

[color=#736AFF][b]"I am known as Ranbu no Izayoi. Refer to me as Izayoi, if you must. We believe Valheim to be the most likely source of the Blight, hence why we are here. It would be foolish of us to turn down more swords in our quest, and we've supplies enough for the lot of us. Should you care for ending the Blight or striking out against Valheim, join us."[/b][/color]