Running through the horde, Celes chopped and thrust, parried and dodged, outfighting the weak, and outmaneuvering the strong, using a berserker to flank or distract.  With a quick scattering of orcs, they were simple to dispatch one at a time.  Soon, there was another victory for the Fist against a superior force.  Covered in sweat and surrounded by nearly-nude strong men and women, the victory party was looking very good.  It was with dilated eyes she had to blink and focus on what the young scout was telling her.  "A raven from the mayor?"  She sighed, "Let's take a look then..."  She walked past the scout, pausing just a moment to grab his groin, copping a feel.  "Mmm, too bad.  Next time perhaps."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Doesn't he know I'm busy here?  Why must he call me back in the middle of our campaign?"  The cold air made the metal scales even more chilly against her flesh.  She barely took the time to rinse the battle off her skin and brush her hair as she rode to Barvia.  They were lucky she even wore her bikini.  She shifted in her seat, opening and recrossing her legs again.  Truly, though, she was irritated by the cryptic news of her mother's death.  "This must be a mistake.  What can father be talking about?"  She even examined the note for a while to see if it were some hidden message.  "Well captain, I won't prevent your pay, but it seems to be without reason.  I assume we leave on the next tide?"