[u]Ama: The Funeral Of A Second Swordsman[/u] The Order of the Second Swordsmen, a small and secluded island of a unique group of highly skilled warriors. Swordsmen and women who specialized in the art of defensive technique and practitioners of peace and harmony. It is rare for their kind to contact the outside world with the exception of friends, and family who wished to see the world. This day is one of those days. "Hey don't worry I offered to come remember?" Says Ama with her hair now blond wearing a black and elegant dress, her eyepatch off, and a small necklace with her restriction logo on it. She is on her phone in a local coffee shop conversing with someone. She seems both happy and sad as she hears what the individual says over the phone. "Yeah I know. Look, you'll do fine. Remember? Heh yeah. Anyways il talk to you when I get there." She proceeds to sip on a cup of hot English breakfast tea passing time as she waits for something. [spoiler]Open. Was going to post more on her experiment but decided to make some lore[/spoiler]