"who are you?" broja asked, the woman's arrival had surprised him. She had kind eyes and a head full of dark hair, one couldn't guage her age by looking at her but she looked somewhere between a young woman and a middle aged woman.
"The question should be what are you doing on my continent, what business do you have here" she said with a calm voice and a wave of energy washed over the mercenaries. The red haired mercenaries knew that she was more powerful that the rest of them but was certain their number and the equipment they had could bridge the gap between their power levels. Though it was surprising to him that she had been able to evade his energy detection systems
"You there, what's your name and what is your business here" mother Nan asked the red haired mercenary
"Just call me seca, were you the one who interfered with my mission" seca asked, he had no issues giving out his name, knowing his identity never changed the outcome of anything.
