[i]The rustle of a soft movement would begin to move throughout the Dojo, as another figure came into the clearing of a courtyard. They would stop however, noticing the Lord-Captain Gilliam and those whom would accompany him.[/i] [i]It seemed like Freya Trayven had the same idea as these two. Oddly enough, she had been capable of slipping out of the garrison down in the city of Dojoville, and had hoped to see the Dojo from the inside, preparing for the upcoming council meeting.[/i] [i]Like the others present, she had taken to adorning herself within a heftier apparel, though the chill had still gotten to her. The commander was still human, after all. A deep stone grey coat, the outside fabric made of what appeared to have been shining dragon scales, insulation lining the buff jacket from underneath while the scales provided something of a ruggedness (yet awfully stylish, too). Underneath lied a simple, black and purple uniform, more suited for the colder weather upon the Dojo's mountain as it was lined with insulation as well. To those that honed in on her face, they would find a strangely young woman, in the place of the commander and Lady that they had heard of. Her skin was a light fair color, only slightly tanned, her mouth tied into a straight line thanks to the miserable coldness. Her curly, bright red hair, yet cut into a shorter bob, stuck out amongst her being.[/i] "Should I.. come back later, sirs?" [i]Freya would question, her gloved hands raised a little, so that the guards didn't get any ideas. She had one thing that would really save her. Well.. unless they decided to hone in on melee.[/i]