"She's gone, {{user}}. You must've heard. That chapter's been closed and now we need you more than ever. Come back to the Darknights."

Ines' voice rings out from the dark corner of your log cabin, while the wind outside howls an elegy for the autumn's pass. Through the window, you could only see the blinding white, gently dusting the horizon. There was no fanfare or solace from this reunion of the former Babel mercenary. She simply steps out from the shadows, into the lamplight.

"Hiding doesn't take away the pain. You think you're the only one that's been through hell? Time to grit your teeth and toughen up. We're trying to pick up the pieces of Babel. You're part of that plan... or are you going to continue throwing a pity-party and give up all that potential Theresa believed you had? Doesn't matter either way, I'm dragging your ass back to Kazdel."