<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Ayi'yan musing on the way to a 'friendly' escort appointment with a local priest.</span></strong><br/><br/>There were many roles within the order, and she fulfilled but a fraction of the work that they tried to accomplish.  They were as close as the elven gathering had to an army serving as a policing force as well as guardian from the darker denizens of the forest.  Hers was a group that had been hand picked because they followed orders without question, absolute loyalty and devotion to The Way.  Any and every mission a bit too dark as to be questioned by the locals was hers to handle, along with the others in whatever numbers were needed.<br/><br/>Ayi'yan had risen slowly, having tailored her training to fit her own bill for lethality, one successful outing after another.  As her mastery of her own body deepened, so did her awareness of the life that she was living, a  true conviction.  With wisdom approaching that of some of her eldars, Ayi watched all that happened around her and categorized it away for further meditation.<br/><br/><em>One step at a time</em>, she thought.<em>Learn to survive the game before you try to manipulate it, little one.</em>With a deep breath, she arose with a backpack in one arm and a belt in the other.  In very little effort, she was out of her cubicle moments after she rose.<em>Why waste time?  Lets see what they have for me today...</em><br/><br/>She put her game face on, the impassive hard lines of a warrior with flint in the eye and stepped into the open air of compound heading straight for the gates.  She knew of one entry and exit point that her people allowed of those outside that wished to travel here or trade with her own, so thata away she headed.  Maybe this would not be a long drawn out ordeal.  Maybe she would not have to release this one to the great mother.