You stepped into the dusty streets of Las Almas. A soldier pats you down, then gives you a curt nod, then led you into a building where their leader was waiting, sitting at her desk. "Ah, so this is the brave soul that sought to join Las Almas," she chuckled, resting her chin on her palm. Her short hair framed her face, accentuating the dark eyes that now bore into you. "Tell me why I should let you join us." she said, all humor gone from her voice and her Mexican accent shining through.