Lenna breathed deeply. Today would be the day.

This was her moment.

After all this time, she would finally do it.

She would do it.

She had been trying to beat Greg in a fist fight at the Pugilist Gang for a long time. Greg defeated even monks in unarmed combat, and, though he was officially a gladiator, certainly fought like a monk. He was the best fist fighter in the city. 

But no more. This was Lenna's moment.

Now.

GO!

It took only minutes for Greg to literally knock Lenna out of the ring finishing the fight with a painful uppercut when she attemped to do a jumping two-legged kick. She spun in the air, before slamming to the ground with a thud.

After a few moments, she heard footsteps approaching. Her vision swam before her. A beautiful blonde woman in a dress loomed above her.

"Lenna?"

Lenna blinked.

"Mom?"

"Did he just uppercut you five feet into the air?"

Lenna smiled, remembering the fight. 

"Little bit."

"Huh."

"That was the best I ever did against him. Even better than when I used my beast stone that one time."

"You did what?"

"I mean I would never abuse my powers like that."

Greg pipes up from the ring, "She's lying. She totally abuses it. All the time."

Lenna glared vaguely in his blurry direction. Smug, bald, ridiculously competent bastard. 

"Well... I have news and... do you need a moment, dear?" Lenna's mom asked.

"Gods yes I do."

One healing later via the cleric that frequented the place, Lenna addressed her mother.

"So...you know how you started that whole adventuring thingy?" Her mom asked.

"Yeeesss?"

Lenna's mother handed her a newsletter. Lenna read it carefully.

"...seriously?"

"Yes dear. We've arranged transport already."

"You mean I'm not gonna have to sneak off?"

"Just don't disguise your identity this time dear. Wear your name with pride."

Lenna then proceeded to hug her mother. It was adorable.

****

Lenna had signed her papers with all requisite information, and was now waiting. She stood in her adventuring gear, her other clothes sitting in her travel bag on her back. She was always prepared.

She cast a glance about the room, taking in her first impressions of everyone.

She'd overheard tidbits, such as the elvinian's callousness towards the loves of others and the Whisperer's revulsion at that. She'd also noticed the clumsy healer and the awkward woman who was trying to befriend her. There was some noble brat getting overly emotional about giving someone a sandwich over there, and there was a woman with...

By the Gods, that sword was big. Lenna wondered if she herself could even carry it for long before getting tired, and she was in remarkable condition.

She found the Templar with his fairy friend to be quite amusing to watch, and giggled a bit at her antics. By the gods she hoped they stuck together. It was a divine comedy written by the gods.

She wasn't sure exactly what to think of the archer. If his flamboyant attitude was an act, then he could be dangerous. If he was simply being himself, he was probably just quirky and amusing, and, considering just how useful a good archer is, a valuable comrade.

There were others, but Lenna had not really taken in the details for every single possible comrade in the room. Over all, she just hoped she had the elvinian cleric in her team.

The Underwood family was priveledged, and at the same time very charitable. Lenna had learned from a early age that she had unfair advantages in life. Just mentioning her last name would make things happen for her. The clink of gold could handle most other things. But damned if she would keep that privilege to herself. Her mother had always told her to give of herself to those who needed it more. And her father had always told her to defend the defenseless.

So the idea of a cleric letting a charge die when he could save them...infuriated her. 

Oh yeah, by the gods she hoped she got the chance to work with him.