[i]A woman was watching the gang begin to set up within the town of Dojoville, tilting her head only slightly as she rested against a simple wooden bench nearby. Her strikingly pale face seemed to have an interested look on it, somewhat seen by the fact that the woman was barely grinning at the sight of the gang's sudden arrival, her stunningly light blue eyes staring at each and every member of the group. Brushing some platinum blonde hair out of her eyes, which speaking of the hair, was tied back in a ponytail and partially hidden by the pointed hat that sat on the woman's head, which conveniently had a pigeon feather in the back, she rose up from her seat, brushing off her dark grey garb and her leather gauntlets, loading her flintlock pistol as suddenly holstering the weapon as she approached. Her Rakuyo, her weapon of choice that consisted of a 4'9 foot long straight katana and a 2'4 foot long dagger rested at her side simply, waiting to be unsheathed if their wielder was attacked. She began to make her way to the gang silently, seeking...an opportunity.[/i]