A lone figure strolled across the hill. Her entire body from the neck down was covered in a black rag that was barely be able to be called clothing while the face was hidden behind a white mask, which create a striking contrast with the black rag and the dull ashen environment around her. Her two normal eyes stared forward, focusing on what's ahead, but the third eye in the middle was constantly on all direction, ever vigilant to any chance of ambush. Something taller than Marrion herself was tied on her back and wrapped in bandage, swaying with each step she took.

There's already a few people at the meeting spot. All humans, as expected of East Empire people.

[color=92278f]"Greetings, fellow Prime."[/color] Marrion tried to be polite by mimicking what human do when meeting other human. Her voice sounded like there's three people talking at once from behind the mask.