In the Mythril Mine, a blonde female turk was looking down on a hooded man she beated up to extract some information out of him. She rolls her eyes, unsure why she bothered wasting her time following them after she and Rude was assigned for their mission. Despite her first day, her ears sharpened, when she heard quiet footsteps up ahead.

“Who’s there?!” She shouted as she looks around her surroundings, as if it was one of her colleagues… or someone else. She may be new, but she’s still a turk.