Anne walked into the field, remembering of how this is where she first confronted Cyrus. The man that led the revolution against her father...and the man who turned out to be her brother. She spotted shadow, after getting a rather suspicious letter slipped under her door. A shiver was sent up her spine, though whether it was the woman ahead of her or simply the freezing cold she couldn't tell. "So. You seem to pick nice spots, hey?"