[*Varda*]

"How'd you get involved with it, the Order, I mean?" Jisela asked Ros.

“Oh…it’s not terribly interesting. I left home when I was young, and got myself into a bit of trouble a couple of years back. Morgan helped me out then, and this is my way of helping her in return – she told me about the Order, and if I wanted to work for her. I had few other options, unless I returned home, so I stayed.” Ros shrugged, but was unwilling to reveal anymore about herself, until she knew Jisela better.

“I see.” Jisela nodded. “A lot of people seem to get into the Order in that kind of way.”

Ros laughed. “Rhys still looks a little afraid of that ranger, Eorlyn. Should we wander over and help him out?”

“No, let’s watch him squirm a little longer,” Jisela answered, a smile spreading across her face.

“I suppose you’re close to Rhys, then,” Ros commented. “Since you lived on the streets together, you must have looked after each other.” After saying this, Ros regretted it instantly, remembering painful memories of her and her two brothers together, before they had left, and were dead and missing. Closing her eyes for a second, she opened them in time to see Jisela replying to her.