[Right][H2][color=#CA9BF7]Fia Blackfire[/color][/H2][/right]
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	Fia smiled at the unease her selfish desires had caused. She really couldn’t blame any of them, the elves especially. They had a closer encounter to the unknown forces that now occupied the twilight lands, even if only from their ancestry. Fia was one to push her limits. Limits that many others were well to do be wary of. There was a lot of give and take. One could only get so far by taking alone.
	“You know, you are not the first to tell me that, my dear Mr. Elc.” said Fia, “I know this older elf who has told me time and again the dangers of seeking the power best left hidden in the annals of the past. Well, you can at least not fault the dreams of a young girl.”
	Fia’s attention was drawn to the tree line as the rustling underbrush and creaking branches unveiled a young woman of foreign, yet familiar attire. She carried herself with esteem despite the clear unease in her voice. She was clearly lost and was grasping at any line of support she could. Given the dangers the party themselves had recently faced, the young woman should consider herself lucky.
	It was when Akari approached with food in hand and a warm greeting did the woman’s attire strike Fia. Her introduction and origin also confirmed it. Or at least, the two were from very similar home lands. Miko and ninja. Unusual terms that only had one connection in Fia’s mind. That connection was the eastern lands, beyond the seas of the Westernant coast. Two find two of them here, in a land not only sacred to the elves, but otherwise restricted to all was very coincidental. But Fia did not feel the need to speak up about it. The girl was human, or at least was not of the twilight lands. Of that Fia could be sure. SO she had no reason to doubt her story. It wasn’t like Fia could fact check the young woman either.
	Fia placed her empty bowl softly in the partially crushed grass at her feet. She stood up dusting off her the skirt of her dress and turned to face the new arrival proper. She bowed slightly to mimic what Vesemir had done. “For your first venture as a missionary, you have really drawn the short straw, haven’t you, darling? As commendable as you are rebuilding your temple’s legacy, do not forgo the reward. You’ll find that having money on hand makes life that much easier. Though…” Fia paused. She had assumed everyone present had received a letter of invitation, a sort of round about way of hiring potential team mates. But for some like Jazdia, it was more of an obligation. 
	“I guess regardless of how we ended up here, we might as well make the best of it. These lands might be stuck in the past, but we need to go forward, yeah? More and more people from around the world has started to reach out, and the world is getting smaller. I look forward to working with you, dear Miwa. I’ve never heard of the temple of Shearing Cow, uh? Oh my. I’m sorry, could you repeat the name of your temple?”