[A bit long, but I don't think I ever wrote a history for her.. so this will do for a brief scratch pad starters to help me gather thoughts. :)]<br/><br/>Alyssa huffed. Did they have to yap so loudly so early in the morning? Bad enough that she had to be on this trip, her, a simple adventuress-rogue that drifted from town to town, preying on others' pockets to eke out a meager living until she was caught. Okay, so magical towers and governor palaces constituted more than just a meager living, but how was she to know that that last palace had been hosting a convention of wizards at that time, and that that pretty staff was actually the head archwizard prelate's magical bonded talking staff? The damned thing.. she should have dipped it in acid.. though if she had a vial of that right now, the people outside would no doubt be screaming and clutching at their hair.<br/><br/>Still, offered a choice between eternal rotting in the dungeons, being thrown to the lions, or being forced to embark upon this trip with a group of ne'er-do-wells with a chance to save the world and earn her freedom, no matter how slim a prospect, the choice was an easy one, and she even entertained thoughts of escape until they had branded her and weakened her innate magical defences in order to put several concurrent scrying spells on her, so that they could 'hunt her down and feed her to the lions before resurrecting her every day for the rest of her natural existence.' Which was a fair while.<br/><br/>But still, they did hint at the prospect of freedom if the group managed to find a way to overcome this sorceress.. plus, they didn't say anything about not keeping the spoils of war, nor pilfering a bit from her fellow adventurers..<br/><br/>But this was too early in the morning. And at least lions take nice, quiet naps after they had dined on you. "Gods. Pipe down out there! Even the cocks haven't risen yet!" a melodic female voice wafted from inside the tent, followed soon after by a soft pillow flying toward that "Cyrus"'s head where he stood grinding his sword and Alyssa's nerves.