Alisa had come dressed for work... When a strange woman walks inside a village clad in armor black as night, a tight, form fitting bodysuit as dusky as her hair, highlighting her generous, eye catching curves while simultaneously meaning business... She's bound to get a look or too. And that is before anybody even notices the colossal, equally black blade strapped to her back, bigger than some fully grown men yet effortlessly carried on the back of this cool mysterious beauty with a subtle, collected swat in her step. Indeed, Alisa meant business here, and the fact that she opted to keep her armor worn instead of
"Hello there~", she greeted, waving at a nearby stable boy, right on the outskirts of the village. One of the first places travellers would pass through on the way in, and on the flipside, one of the likeliest places to find willing witnesses, "I hear this village has been struggling with rebel raids... I don't suppose you'd have any clue where they may be hiding?"
The rebels had fortunately spared the village of senseless violence. No massacres had taken place here, after all, from what she knew, a certain sum of rebels themselves originated from this village and many like it. Far from the evil minions some in power portrayed them as, they were just people who thought diffirently from the establishment... And like all people who cannot produce anything, they needed to take their food from elsewhere. The people in the villages of course, had their own families to feed with naught to spare on flights of fancy such as this pointless rebellion. In that regard, the village certainly showed the signs of raids... Few people actually looked well fed here, which was all the more reason to capture this rebels as swiftly as possible. They'd recieve a fair trial as decreed by Cassia, the guilty punished and the innocent freed, but none of them would be allowed to roam freely any longer.