Pya entered the room as the general was handing out the black stealth cloaks. She walked over to her sister she smiled and accepted one, inclining her head as a form of thanks. Looking at the group of people around her, she sighed. Pya, herself had no idea what was going to happen in the next couple of hours, and neither did these men. She knew her services were going to be needed. She hated that fact. Pya had a strong spirit, but she had a weak stomach for those who were injured.<br/>She walked beside her sister, and rubbed her back in a loving manner,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">I've always been partial to mead, Sister.</span>She smiled comfortingly at her. She hugged Syiera back.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">I am, my Queen. Let's get this done quickly and,</span>She looked at the room full of men,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#bf8000">I don't want to heal anyone, I don't want to see anyone injured, there's too much of that now. So be careful gentlemen.</span>