<div class="floatright">(https://i.postimg.cc/1XQqKmYd/Capture.png)</div><br/><strong>Kumina</strong>was wearing her garb and watched the gathering, trying to get some readings on who, why and what would they contribute to the given task. She knew her mission from her master. To pacify the lawless frontier, using what ever tools she can.<br/><br/><strong>Kumina</strong>smiles to the memory of her masters last words<em><strong>' Use what ever tools you have at your disposal'</strong></em>and<strong>Kumina</strong>had looked at her elder brother<strong>Zin</strong>, who was... lack of an better word, blunt tool, where rest of the world were nails.<br/><br/>She got back to the moment and let her eyes move from person to person in it.