<strong>Rose Ironshield</strong><br/><br/>"We're not mercenaries or hired thugs." Rose grits through her teeth as she stands, her strong grip making her mug creak for a moment before she nods to her new found kinsman and turns away. "Negotiate with my sister, I'll go look for them myself."<br/><br/>She strode away with a thump in her step that told those who knew her that she really wanted to thump someone hard. As many of her militia trainees could attest when they frustrated her.