[color=a0410d][i][h1] [center] Valentina Lupo [/center][/h1][/i][/color]


Valentina nodded her head glad to know their names. Although again she would be careful around Chance. She assumed he would be very untrustworthy, and would probably sell them out if he had the chance. Her hands were folded on her lap, she was idly still looking out of the window. She wondered if the boy named Allistar would be experienced enough to handle such a daunting task.  But if he was with the church then he would have been well trained. She didn’t much like their methods. But she couldn’t deny that they do get things done. As long as no more beast was roaming the world killing innocent people. She could care less for their rather flawed recruiting methods. She covered her nose with a gloved hand as the one named Kharne reeked of blood. Her smell, sight, and hearing were quite good thanks to her curse. It was both a blessing and a curse. 

“[color=a0410d][i]Sure.[/i][/color]” She said curtly while partaking in the card game with Chance. Of course, she wouldn’t play with him if there was money involved. Usually, she would like to gamble when she felt lucky. Although her luck recently has been quite lackluster, so she stops the urge to gamble.  Her steely blue eyes focused on Chance because she thought he would try to cheat. Ignoring the man named Bert as he was just a liability to her. Finding some luck when she won a couple of games, but those were buried under many losses. 

Being thankful that the carriage finally stopped as they arrived at an isolated village. She said nothing to the driver. Scanning the area they were in with her eyes. It was quite obvious the place was abandoned. She moved towards the dried puddles of the blood. A gloved hand touching the pile, she wondered if she could find a scent to follow.  Her back was turned when she suddenly licked the dried blood, in hopes of getting the taste of whose blood it could be. And more information.  Valentina stood up and looked over towards the abandoned cathedral. “[color=a0410d][i]There may be survivors there, I will check to see if anyone is hiding inside. Perhaps Alistar would like to accompany me?[/i][/color]” She turned to the young inquisitor. She was sure the young man would want to go since it was a holy place. And she wanted to go because that is where she assumed most of the survivors would be. “[color=a0410d][i]The two of you can follow us as well, or you can check the homes and shops for any survivors.[/i][/color]” Her train of thought was interrupted by Alistair mentioning resting at an inn. Resting would be preferable because of the long trip, however, she needed information. The information she could find if she could find any survivors.

 “[color=a0410d][i]You three can stay in the inn, I will stay and search for any clues on what happened here.[/i][/color]” She started walking in the abandoned streets of the town,  armed with her whip. Slowly moving house to house looking for any signs of suriviors.