10 years of long, arduous training had led Fiona to the edge of a cliff.  Hidden deep along a concave gash in a mountain, the village of Konamen was directly beside the Ghargon river, which continued through some monster-ridden hillsides only to exit to the sea.  This was favorable to the village, which wasn't much of what one would consider a village at all... instead, it was an isolated place in the wilderness safe from most of the fell beasts surrounding them due to its height.<br/><br/>In the center of this village was a monument to its founder- the mage who mistakenly teleported the last remaining survivors of a terrible orc raid somewhere on the planet here.  He served the goddess of travel, whom, amazed that he would teleport out here and choose to settle here after such an error, was said to bless the cave under the glacier which fed the river.  The cave was off-limits to all but the high priestess and newly inducted priestesses of Freya, goddess of travel.<br/><br/>The village housed two sects: the warrior caste and the priestess caste, mostly composed of men and women respectively.  In a great twist of things, however, there was a girl who was not from the village, which was now three generations strong- Fiona, whom had been adopted by the high priestess Donna and great warrior Feored.  In a patrol which the two happened to be on fifteen years ago, they found the 5 year old strung up in a spider lair, and received a message that she was blessed by Freya, for she had traveled far and will travel far still.<br/><br/>So, she was trained and raised by the two lovingly, even after their induction as the heads of the respective castes, and was, on this very day, considered strong enough to go out on her own, for she was apparently supposed to "travel far still."<br/><br/>On this day, she would be recieving the Cloak of Freya, an otherwise mundane cloak that was hand-tailored while the tailor stood naked in the beginnings of the river.  Such nudeness was common for bathing, and just because this place was a little far north meant nothing to those who'd known no warmer.  The cloak was black, made of the finest silk, and had a golden boot, the symbol of Freya.<br/><br/>She was expected in the town square to recieve it... a crowd gathered, her surrogate parents waiting patiently for the young girl.