There he was, Tacitus Silanus, leader of the Fratian cult, simply walking in the city, walking and observing the junk that these so-called vendors were selling. Accompained by two men dressed as elegant as him; shiny, antique-fashioned armours made of black steel, purple wool cloth made of some expensive, luxurious fabric underneath their armors, long purple crests and a fancy, fine cloak, that covered their firmly placed right arms.
Living in their encampment was hard… Supplies and materials ran out quickly, therefore Silanus and his people had to occasionally acquire the great city of Mamlak… A city ironically detested by Silanus and the Fratians. If they had the power, Mamlak would be their first goal… However, this realm had a mighty land army that would crush the Fratian clan militia in two days. Why did they buy in the city they hated so much then? Because among the substandard merchants, there were some artists with the best merchandise, just as diamonds hide among rocks, and they were looking for them.
That's when Silanus accidentally bumped into the way of some stranger youngster that oddly enough, seemed familiar to him. As he stopped before the young girl, his two henchmen did the same. Silanus observer the girl… Rough, shoddy garbs, slightly dirty skin, worn-out boots… She lived to the very definition of a plebeian! "
What's such a juvenile, young girl doing in this place alone…? Are you not accompained, kid?" Asked the slightly annoyed general. Her very prescence interceded in his affairs, however… It was just as if he already knew this vandal-looking girl. "
Do I know you? …..Ugh, why would I, heir of the Tacitus family, know such a brigand like you? Unless you have a reason to be before me, Tacitus Silanus… Begone!"