Vautour Bleu stood amidst the ruins of yet another abandoned town within the rough lands of WhiteSands, it was a kill night and her caravan had halted for the evening. Traveling during a sand storm was futile, nothing would make it out - and a reliable source had informed her that their path would cross a particular harsh storm, it did notnhelp that her men were still exhausted from the ordeal that had taken place but a few days ago, so resting for the evening had become an obligation. The FAC and the MBCC were on the lookout for her as well, so laying low was a must for a while at least. This meant that she would not be able to safely enter DisCity for some time until the heat would die down and until the Chief had forgotten about her. Then again, as long as there is a need, Désir would always exist. She brought her pipe towards her lips as her gaze observed the horizon - tapping off the ash of her past. As the embers fade, only whisper of smoke lingered in the air. "Will you be lurking all evening, or will you grace me with a proper bienvenue?" Vautour Bleu's voice had cut through the silence as she called out for the particularly brave soul that had observed her from the moment she had set foot into unknown territory.