When Mira woke up this morning it seemed like a typical enough day of keeping watch over the city in the morning and into the afternoon then heading to the tavern for some gambling at night. Ever since she left her hometown, she has enjoyed this life despite how repetitive one may think it is. She sure as hell never wanted to be stuck at home tending to a family, choosing to make her own money. And she sure did. The people around Needle, the four years she has been here, seemed to respect her enough, and those who forgot her name she made sure remembered here later. She was known as a forced to be reckoned with when she kept her cool and tended to be a pushover when she was in over her head and tried too hard to impress.<br/><br/>That was the downfall. She tried too damn hard sometimes, to impress herself and other people, to make up for the fact that she wasnâ€™t as strong as a man could be.<br/><br/>Her habits of dueling and gambling were hardly lady like, but it was a way for her to get over her insecurities and have fun, living out her life the way she wanted. She even calls herself â€˜Ladyâ€™ Mira just because it sounds better and she felt like she would fit in a little better if she took on some sense of nobility. So far it has worked like a charm and her life was indeed enjoyable. Had she stayed at home she would have been oppressed by her mother and older brother, who much rather preferred to work at their little shop. Mira was someone who valued freedom, independence, and felt her family always kept dragging her down in the mud. Despite missing her family at times she is rather grateful that they threw her out when they did, else she would not have had the opportunity to travel here and start her own life.<br/><br/>Never had she once expected to be told her presence was requested, and that the person who requested her was rather important. Well, the air of importance was what she had gotten out of the letter. It had taken her aback to say the least. She was rather skeptical at first wondering why someone more experienced was not picked. Surely a man, namely a full fledge knight, would be better suited for this sort of job, she thought. Nevertheless, after reading the letter that had been handed to her, she reluctantly accepted the invitation and was escorted from her home to the tavern she knew oh too well by someone who she assumed to be her summonerâ€™s guard. A quieter place than usual today, there was definitely a different atmosphere in the tavern which she picked up on right away. As many times as she has been in here she would know when something was up.<br/><br/>â€œHeâ€™s waiting for you in the back, Mira,â€ the barkeep said, flashed a smile in her direction upon making eye contact with her. â€œTry not to be so hardheaded and show respect, alright?â€ He jested lightly, to which she gave a light smirk before her escorts moved her along.<br/><br/>She was taken to one of the back tables, where two other people sat near a large man she was introduced to as Holt. The mysterious sender of the letter himself â€“a strong-looking and impressive man who looked like someone who has been there and done that- motioned for her to sit. She accepted. There was food and drink offered, but she declined. Mira may not have been the most lady like of women but she certainly did not lack manners, â€œNo thank you, Iâ€™m just fine,â€ besides she didnâ€™t drink that much anyway and wasnâ€™t really that hungry.<br/><br/>â€œI, too, am interested in discussing the letter.â€ She said finally, leaning forward a bit with intrigue sparkling in her eye, â€œIâ€™m sure there is a good reason for this gathering, no? Do feel free to enlighten me.â€ Of course she knew mostly what this was about as most of the information was touched briefly in the letter. More or less, she wanted it to be elaborated more now that Holt has succeeded in intriguing her with his request.