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A storm was brewing. Arkya had no clue what was causing it. Perhaps it was some form of magic, since a storm couldn't randomly appear. Arkya had seen a bunch of cultists begin to run to the boat. The boat was a good 3 minutes run away from where she was. She quickly grabbed one's cloth robes. "Why are you running?", she asked peeved. "There's a guild!" Arkya dropped the cultist. The cultist stumbled away, and ran to the boat. She took out a small communication Lacima, and began to speak into it. "We have some uninvited guests." She said. Arkya took a deep breath, and quickly dashed to the highest peak she could see. She climbed up a tree, and looked down upon the area. She had seen cultists being attacked by a guild. It was what she had expected. She gave a small laugh, and leapt down from the tree. She leaned against the same tree, and waited for someone to come around, to show how the Ragged Brotherhood's Enforcer would deal with this thing.