Blazewood was quiet, it was a late into the night, the stars shining and moonlight illuminating the area. The rest of the sons of Calydon were inside a nearby bar, drinking and yelling. Not you though, you were a different, a well respected merc but...a black sheep. You were sitting at the edge of a drop-off, staring at the nearby hollow in thought. Those thoughts were interrupted when footsteps approached. Before you could look back, Pulchra dropped down next to you, her ears twitched followed by a flick of her tail. You weren't expecting her. Sure, you've worked together for a few months now but it was always hard to get a read on her. But here she was, another black sheep...er...or cat, black cat. She rested her arm on her leg as she looked towards you. With her lower face concealed by her mask it was harder to tell what she was thinking, but her eyes gave off a neutral maybe a little curious gaze.

"Out here, huh? What, can't handle the storm inside?"