(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/finalfantasy/images/b/b7/FFXIII-JihlConcept.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20100413204659)<br/><br/>Night Bird's Song woke from the dream with a start.  Something or someone was calling her, she could feel it, calling her to go somewhere.<br/><br/>After the first call she requested an audience with her patrons—the Syndics of Whitewall.  An audience was arranged quickly and quietly.  The three robed figures held a quick debate on what was to be done, then chartered a ship to deliver her and her six supporters to the island from her dreams.<br/><br/>On the last day of the trip Night Bird's became restless as the  journey came to an end.  The docking seemed like it took an eternity.  When she finally got off of the boat, she took swiftly to the road at a run, leaving her loyal followers panting to catch up, then lost in the distance.<br/><br/>The lone girl ran the entire way, spurred by memories of dreams.  The undeniable pull drew and compelled her to the envisioned place.  At last the valley came into view.  The athletic and enduring beauty kept her hastened pace all the way to the door.  Night Bird's dark hair was matted to her forehead and beads of sweat ran down her skin as she caught her breath while absently touching the spot on the door with the night caste's symbol on it.<br/><br/>The adrenaline pumping from the long run was starting to catch up with her and her bosom heaved from her panting.  Night Bird did not really notice the disembodied voice talking.  She noticed the other women gathered, but did not hear the question asked by the other women.  “Why are you here and who are you all?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stamina Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Marie Reynolds rolled: 6d10<br/>First Target Number: 7<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 3, 10, 9, 7, 5, 10, <br/>For: 2, 2, 1, 1, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 6<br/></div></div>