An unexpected guild that even though had its unlawful members, and sometimes chaotic tendencies. She found herself enjoying their company. And their fighting. It was a kin ship to her. One that may not be entirely normal, heck, or even healthy. But it was hers. And with the care taking of children she found...her coldness being softened at times.
But there was a current problem. Two years of no talk with or sight of their Guild Master. Jikan had spent those two years doing her best to rebuild the town they settled in after the battle of their foundation, did requests for the people and protected them. It may have been violent in retrospect against the people that threatened the town and the guild, but as one of the founders she had to do something. Especially with the children she found living around. It may have given a bad reputation to the 'Light" guilds or the ones in power wearing a mask, or the the people who were not near or with the people. But that was how the dice fell.
She had world that one of the other founders, the only other one she knew that was somewhat active, was in the west. And so, after temporarily leaving the North, she sent out a call to him. They needed to decide a new Guild Master for stability. And there was only one way to do that with the mantra of Sleeping Calamity. Combat.
She stood in a bit of opening lady away from the nearby town of Astera, waiting for someone to arrive.