"An act of Trayven justice.. Forgive me, sir. I've been.. out of the loop, I could say. Injuries being inflicted upon my being and all." [i]The redheaded woman shifted in her rusty old seat then, looking up at the individual whom had come to greet her and questioned the three bodies upon the smoldering pyres.[/i] "Each of them committed crimes against this unlawful city. One took two lives after a drug deal gone wrong. One rаped a noblewoman and beat her and her husband to near death before robbing their home. And one was a traitor and threatened the safety of the people. Forgive me if I sound biased, I.. am a Trayven myself. Freya Trayven, at your service."