A woman with a mission... Such was the imagine once might get looking at Alisa this afternoon, as despite that cool, collected stride, her eyes betrayed a fierce, frigid focus, the likes of which she never displayed anywhere but in the heat of battle. She wore the strongest (and only) battler armor in her arsenal, cleverly disguised as a sailor uniform matching her guild's colors... On her left hip, she carried a long Katana, resting her left hand close to its grip, ready to draw at the first sign of attack. And yet she still made her stance the least menacing she possibly could... Even taking to less frequented alleyways on the way to the cathedral.
"Today for sure... Today I'll finally take the fight to them...", she thought to herself, her hand trembling as she resisted the urge to preemptively grip her sword. After all, she didn't even know if she'd find Black Sun or anybody associated to them. But she had high hopes of learning where to look for them next time she came to find them.
Despite uncharacteristic delays, the Broker's message finally arrived, and at that point the crystal mage momentarily allowed Grimoire Heart to fade from her thoughts. This man had always been prone to delays when Black Sun was involved, and she partly expected him not to deliver anytime soon as had happened many times in the past. Yet this was the first, real lead that might guide Alisa to one of the main members of that most hated dark guild....
And that lead laid behind these grand doors to the cathedral. Alisa started upwards, admiring how high the whole thing went until she finally had to shield her eyes from the sun's gleam. Taking a deep breath, calming herself and steeling her resolve, the woman swung the smaller door open and stepped inside; unsure of what she'd find, but confident she wouldn't see a lot of people there.