<div class="floatright">(http://orig07.deviantart.net/a8f6/f/2014/189/2/f/2f4f710502f00ea02b165447d07e1b11-d7proc3.jpg)</div>Irene Sokon (https://docs.google.com/document/d/17_twsbtkr3Gn4SxBeD2wu_wO0tqXpi3eFmWOIssZKpQ/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><br/>This seemed like any other adventure to the eyes of the well season human fighter. She had already seen and was used to almost anything as she hadn't expended her life in contemplation but in the heat of roads, dungeons, forests and the like. It didn't surprised her that there were just a few women answering the call of the society, they were just the first ones to do so or so she thought. This was mostly a routine exercise for her, but certainly a fun one for whom she had found no retirement even at her age of 49.<br/><br/>She was wearing a scanty kimono made of interlocking metal rings that fell off from one shoulder covering her left arm where she concealed a small buckler while leaving her right arm and legs fully exposed but allowing great mobility. A couple of leather collars on her neck and another one just below her massive breasts help holding her top in its place, a couple more tighten on her waist taking care of the rest of her clothes while her whip also coils around her. She just loved the feel of leather against her bare skin.<br/><br/><strong>"If there isn't much to find out right now, we shall wait until the caravan arrives then. Meanwhile we could as well go to the tavern and have us enjoy a bit for tonight. My name is Irene and it pleases me to meet brave adventurers of such a young age.</strong>