Saya had never been this high up before. It was a little nerve wracking, but also exciting at the same time. The ruins were both eerie and beautiful at the same time. She still wasn't sure if she wanted to be here or not, but your land's ruler asked you to join a joint army, you did. There weren't many Dancers here, so Saya had been assigned to the small force inside the ruins. If something did attack and the ruins did need defending, the troops would need all the moral they could get. Everyone was so quiet. There were a few conversations here and there, but most were listening to the argument going on above.

Saya's hand went to the sword at her waist. She really stood out like a sore thumb up here. Everyone was dressed in some sort of battle gear, whether it was armor or a uniform of some kind, then there was her. Dressed in these fancy, light, loose, garments that were meant to flow when she moved. She was dressed to entertain, not to fight. She couldn't wait to prove to these people that she really could be useful on and off the battlefield. She also couldn't wait to drink them all under the table after they won a fight. Her alcohol tolerance was unnaturally high.

The arguing got louder again and Saya looked up at the ceiling. If this was back home, she would go up there and try and put a stop to the fighting. But here, they were her leaders, and she was nothing but a soldier. What a strange transition. From the single best Dancer in Sihala, to a mere soldier. Once she commanded respect, now she would have to earn it again. This time from all these people. Saya popped up on her toes, keeping the muscles in her legs loose and ready if anything should happen. But like most here, she was hoping this small force wouldn't be needed. At least not in this place.