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Amelia sighed as she looked up towards the weary gray sky, a maelstrom of rain pelting her face, as she wondered what exactly she was doing. Here she was on a dark rainy day, a day she would normally spend at home, in the middle of some dark alleyway without even a bit of cover from the rain. She would forever remember this day as as one of the lowest points in her service to the Lemon Seeds.

Amelia started adjusting her equipment, retying her shin guards and adjusting the various straps holding her equipment in place. As she did so the ex-thief slightly angled her face towards her various ‘comrades’.

“So what exactly is happening? I was drifting in an out during the briefing.” Amelia said in the general direction of the others; Amelia not really talking to anyone in particular but just looking for a feasible answer.

It wasn’t as if she hated any of them or even disliked anyone in particular but Amelia usually did feel rather stiff about the members in her group. They were comrades, yes, but in the end they were all just a group of specialized swords, fighting for a tyrannical King and going about killing the various individuals that opposed him. In the end she mostly thought of them as killers. She knew they all however had their own reason to join this group but Amelia wasn’t exactly one to go asking their reasons to join, lest they ask about hers. Although they were a specialized group there really was nothing really tying them to each other.

Amelia’s thoughts quickly swept over to an image of a burly giant of a man shouting orders in her head. ‘Well. I guess there’s him.’ She thought as she adjusted the soaked collar of her cloak a little higher. Hopefully the rain wouldn’t cause any problems for their mission, whatever it was. She fingered the guard of her sword, carefully tucked underneath her cloak, as she looked towards the others. Whatever they were about to do, Amelia was sure glad it was raining.