"Julian Trayven created them, actually. Genius kid. He is the youngest of House Trayven's children, but his fine work in the study of magics is near phenomenal, for his age. Our younger Merlin, you could call him." [i]The man would laugh a little to himself, as he, Cain, and Lilly would find themselves in the encampment. All around, the two Coldbournes saw life, in warfare. Soldiers fought against one another in small training arenas, archers pulled back bow strings and nailed their targets head-on, robed mages and clerics spoke and adorned themselves with simple jewelry, of which granted them relief, seemingly. Cavalry horses passed by the three, as the lieutenant brought Cain and Lilly to a tent in the center, two proud lion flags beaming above.[/i] "My lady," [i]The lieutenant would call within, as "Lady Freya Trayven" would meet her guests.[/i] [i]Freya was simple, but different, in description. She wasn't absurdly tall, though she was above the average height at five feet and ten inches tall. A black and purple uniform adorned her being, while she had only taken to wearing a gilded steel chestplate for the time. A dagger would hang at her waist, being her only available weapon. Short red hair ran to the sides of her jawbones, while light orange eyes studied the two of which had arrived.[/i] [i]Then, she'd speak.[/i] "...I do hope that there's a good reason, about why a child is in my garrison. If we were attacked suddenly, and if she didn't.. ...Never mind. Though judging by the apparel.. you two are from the Dojo?"