Eliza was currently at one of the Order's border bases. She stood on the wall of the fort-base, looking out at the harsh post-war gray wasteland ahead, her hand relaxed on the hilt of her sword. She had come out here to look into the distance for a while. Her last mission had recently ended, but she didn't trust the Order's borderlands in the wasteland enough to take off her armor for long, and preferred to be in a light vigil, although in essence she was relaxing rather than working.