A woman, hooded and cowled in shades of navy blue, enters the hall of records late one cycle, ocean-hued gaze scanning the many, many shelves in search of information. Though her demeanour was casual, laid-back as was oft her nature, her senses remained on high alert and she rested lightly on the balls of her feet.
After a time, she approaches the Handler and keeps her voice low as makes her request known; inquiring as to whether or not there were any records of a group known as The Ebon Blades and whom she could talk to for further information on the subject.
