<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Ca2.jpg)</div><strong>Liena “Ronia” Fransen</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1109705)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Active Spells: <br/>Dancing Upon the River (24 hours): Temporal Dodge, 3 armor.  <br/><br/>Health 8/8<br/>Mana: 7/10<br/>Willpower 6/6<br/></div></div>Ronia had actually been up an hour before sunrise that morning.  The redhead had gone downstairs to their little gym and done a thirty minute work out with her sword, then spent some time in meditation and spellcasting—including a 'ward' that involved harnessing her temporal awareness defensively.  (Now that she had a hallow to work with, Ronia intended to do this daily.)<br/><br/>After showering up and cooking breakfast—a big scramble not unlike a Denny's classic skillet big enough for everyone—the redhead sat back in a cozy chair in the office next to her bedroom and started fiddling with a new draft of a fantasy novel she was working on.<br/><br/>Getting the news that something was very wrong, Ronia didn't bother to change into jeans.  She slipped into her athletic shoes, took her sword back out of it's display case to shoulder, and made her way downstairs with her ritual tools and purse. She was wearing her favorite black corset—so much more comfortable than a bra!--and a tiny pair of black shorts.<br/><br/>Walking out into the alley to join the boys, the redhead growled and grit her teeth.  Thanks to training with the adamant arrow, she had more experience with violence than some of them, but a human body was never a pleasant thing to see, and she'd only seen a few.  The redhead's heart hammered and her stomach lurched.<br/><br/>“Jacob, I'm guessing you're aso thinking of taking a look into the past too see what killed this guy?  Think we could figure out how to work together on that?”