When Alyndra was first told about the outlaws attacking the Scuffed Bones, she was surprised. Then, she clasped her hand on the table and smiled. She had said, "Oh? Have you seen them, then?"
She was referring to Atrox and his team, but her attendant shook his head. "Only the outlaws. A report said they looked to be half-asleep and didn't mind harm happening to them. This way, they have been successful in beating the Scuffed Bones so far."
"And the other flag?" Alyndra had asked.
"No one is making a move to help... Should we send our Knights?"
She had laughed. "Why? Leave them to sort themselves out. What you should look out for right now is Atrox. Find him for me."
Her smile widened when her attendant left. She touched her sword and looked at it lovingly. Then, she glanced at her hand, where a fire had burned her without her noticing. She whispered, "I knew you couldn't die so easily. Those assassins are nothing."
