"Mm.. they'd have to have some hunters. Or a few suppliers. Perhaps it'll be alright, through.. this." [i]Orion would respond, as those silver eyes would scan the desolate Dojoville. In the distance, the two could see marching, medieval soldiers adorned in purple cloaks and steel. Orion would ensure that the two of them would steer clear of the purple-cloaked soldiers' presence.[/i] "Trayvens. Bunch of men and women who've rolled in, taken the place for their own. They're alright.. if you don't mind their barbaric, cruel sense of justice."