In a hearth of the High Tower, the room filled with Lordlings, Scythia stared on with grim eyes, watching the virtual screen of the quick bout between Reese and Reina. It lasted mere seconds as Reese fled, deciding not to battle with Ren. He had left his guard down and paid for it dearly.
"That girl…" Leon began, draining his cup. "That girl is one always by Altair's side. Who is she?"
"It was foolish of Reese to turn his back like that," Zolf grumbled. "That girl was… very lenient. Her aim was inhumanely accurate despite being blinded by his spell. Had she aimed for his chest, I'm afraid the drones might have needed to cart him away then and there."
"Altair had been so radiant it would seem there existed another." Lady Sabia Tyv mused, with the broach of Pisces just above her bosom. She grinned. "And a woman no less. How fun. How old is she, Lady Darkfire?"
