[i]As the woman sat in the little home she’d rented, stirring her coffee and listening to the transmissions moving across the Dojo, she couldn’t help but be intrigued by the one in text, a simple four words, all a clear draw to most, including herself. However, she had her reasons to be interested. It meant potential information. So far, anything she could get was worth it, a sort of reconnaissance information. Standing up from the barstool at the kitchen counter, she headed off into her room to put on her winter clothes, and to head up to the mountain. The walk had taken some time, but she didn’t mind. Information was worth a walk. As the three sat debating on the mountain, they were greeted by perhaps a unique sight: a woman who looked like just another every-day civilian, wearing a heavy jacket and jeans, along with snow boots. Her hair was down, cascading over her shoulders and covering her ears. Her lightly tanned face was rosy, a product of the cold. Offering a bright smile, she spoke.[/i] “I guess y’all must be the ones looking for company?”