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Eva Amaranth, a girl of average build with black hair and piercing green eyes, stepped onto the shore of Sceptra. Looking behind her left shoulder, she could see a small airship docked to the island with a large nail. Yep, that was Eva's ship. One of the few things she had legally bought.
Leaving a boot-print in the ground, she stepped toward the center of the city. "Heh," she snickered as she walked onward. Leaving boot-print after boot-print, she made her way toward the set of scattered buildings that seemed to have no apparent common structure.
As she walked, the first building she saw seemed to be looming out at her. It was grey, with purple windowsills and doors. "Seriously, who controls the design of these things?" she asked no one in particular. In fact, there was barely anyone out today. Normally by now, at least one person would have tried to jump her for money. but she only saw one guy out on the streets, and he didn't bother to take her on.

The Island of Sceptra seemed like a rather dull place at the moment. Usually, it was at least a little crowded with all sorts of interesting people. There were your various types of pirates, the ones that had ships, along with some store thieves, home robbers, and the few children that have been taught to steal. But now there were very few people in the Island's main city.

"Huh, wonder where they've gone..." Eva said, halfway to herself, since there wasn't really anyone there. She decided to venture in to the ugly first building, which she knew was a gem and gold "trading" shop.

The ugly gray and purple door creaked open as Eva's boots clicked on the old wood floor. "'Ello?" she said, with a somewhat annoyed tone to her voice. "Anyone there?" Still, there was no answer.
Then she tried something that always worked. "Hah, if no one's here, this place is a free for all to loot! Lucky me!"

Eva continued her act. Actually, if no one was really there, they'd deserve to be robbed since they had a variety of gems just sitting behind the glass, and no one watching.

"Don't you dare!" Eva had got what she wanted. A person.

"Ah, good. Just what I was looking for. Don't worry, I wasn't really gonna rob ya," she lied. No, I wasn't gonna rob ya... not if you were looking anyways...

"Stupid joke. So whaddaya want?" the man said. He was about average height, but he'd been lacking the physical fitness and weight of a healthy person. He sported a double chin and a round figure. He wore an apron and a small beard.

"I just want you know where everyone's gone. Did something happen? What's new around here? I've been out for a while, ya see..."

He gave her a scrutinizing look. "Ya mean you don't know?" he asked, leaning over the counter.

"Nope!" she said, sitting down on the bench and crossing her legs.

"All too much lad, all too much. The stars hold only peace in their shine, whereas those who will destroy in this time hold the shine from their greed. They steal the light, reflecting it all to make themselves appear magnificent. The war will brake out. And I will witness it." Morilineth turned away to the window, stood. "So it won't be a long war. But it shall be a morbid war." A pause now, turned to Arya, "And you will defend the greater good? Your people, you will fight for them, for the right, for their protection? As for you, I know naught. But I shall, even if by means of my not fighting. I think I can do some good." Out of breath, he watched a small ship pass. Sighing, he sat once more. He knew war was imminent. Eyes closed, he awaited a response.

The cargo ship docked. The pilot stepped out with an official statement listing each of the supplies for the palace. Lerylia jumped out the back window softly, before she could be spotted. She ran to the palace gates and presented her pass to the guard.
He inspected her pass.
"Doctor huh? You must be here to fill in for our Bianca who got sick. Come on in. Your patients are waiting."
He opened the gates.
Lerylia walked in, focused on her goal.

((A doctor wouldn't show her swords. She doesn't want her cover blown. ))
A sickroom staffer ran toward Lord Arya and Lerylia.
"Excuse me my Lord. We have an emergency. We have a patient in critical condition, and our fill-in is the only one qualified to help him."
The staffer handed Lerylia a clipboard. The patient had a foriegn object inside of his body as the mistake of another surgery. She would have to remove it before the man's gangrene would spread to critical areas. Lerylia carefully examined each and every detail. She recommended the right steps to do to help this man mentioning several key terms that made her seem legitimate. She recommended that she'd have to perform surgery to remove the foriegn object. Lerylia decided from the beginning, she was going to help people that are hurt.

Lerylia walked to a preparation room. She changed into a sterile set of clothes. She washed her hands. She met each of the assistants that would help her. Several staffers rolled the man into the room. Lerylia carefully mentioned each tool that she would need. She cut into the man carefully and delicately like any surgeon should. She worked precisely, stopping any unnecessary bleeding. If there were any moments when the man was unstable, she'd mention the steps needed to stabilize him again. After a time, she was finally able to spot the object. She gripped her tool tightly and carefully removed the object. It was a small towel that fell inside him in an earlier surgery. She cleaned him up and stitched his skin back together again. The man was rolled over to a room, in good condition.

Lerylia looked him straight in the eye and smiled.
"I'm sorry I snuck into your home like this but I need to ask you a favor. This was the only way I could speak to you directly. "