"What? Oh, fuсk no. Hell no. I mean, we're fuсked up in the head.. especially my brother Arthur, there's something wrong with him, but we're not that weird." [i]Isabella laughed, as she motioned for Star to follow her to the fortress in the center of Dojoville. From high above, men and women guarding the walls and watchtowers would study the approaching Isabella and her companion. The taller woman would hold open a tent for Star to enter.. where Freya Trayven was residing.[/i] "Isabella, who.." [i]The redhead woman would mutter, her eyes looking up and down at Star in a slight confusion. Her eyes were suspiciously red, as if she was either considerably tired or had been.. crying. She sighed, as Isabella entered.[/i] [b]Bella[/b]: "Freya.. this is Star. Best fuсking archer I've ever seen. And sorta my.. companion. Knightess." [b]Freya[/b]: "Sworn defender and servant?" [i]The taller, older of the two would scoff a little.[/i] [b]Bella[/b]: "Servant? No, she's a friend. A term that you're probably not used to, since you're busy fuсking every soldier in the camp."