<div class="floatright">(http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/0b/e5/0be5fbbe4a99f714e347e6c8845c9f8b.png)</div><br/>Iruvians.  To hear the old gang leader talk about them, you'd think they were all piss and no fire.  That was...<em>very</em>untrue, and one of those in the room knew it.  Mainly because she was one.  Yonah Ankhayat, or as she was also known, 'Who?'  (Is a joke, reader.  The other name she's known by is a matter for another time.)  Daughter of an Iruvian swordmaster and therefore one herself.  Duskwall was not quite the place she had in mind to come to, but as a swordmaster's daughter, there were plenty of nobility types here in the city that needed someone to do their dueling for them.  She was no master swordmistress...but she'd been raised in such a house, and she knew enough sword tricks to be able to fight more than a few duels to earn coin to keep her bills paid.  Problem was, duels were starting to get thinner and thinner as time went on.  Bills still needed to be paid, so she had...decided to throw her lot in with a bunch of girls like her.  People trying to get by and get ahead.<br/><br/>That it involved the possibility of having to stab people was something just that was a bonus for her.  No matter, she was here with the other girls now, being elicited to join in against her own countrymen.  Not something she could really do...but Yonah had a mind to do something far worse than shank the Lampblack leader right here and now.