All day, she had trained. All day, she had takrn care of her sword and shield. She could not slack in her training. Her skill must be kept and improved upon. The warrior woman had told her to do so. Lest they fail her in her time of need. With that in mind, she would train whenever she had the chance. 

She did her training within her home. A small, but well hidden shack on the outskirts of a city. Her mask and cloak lay on a table, waitingfor her to put them on to leave. She needed to wear them, otherwise the god of misfortune would show his wrath. That is the last thing she needed.

Next to her cloak and mask was a letter. One that she could not read. It was in some sort of strange writing, and she had never seen anything like it before. It bothered her, even during her training. Valentina stopped. It was something that she found undesireable, but she her curiosity took the better of her. She decided to ask other members of the brotherhood if they knew anything aboit this. 

Valentina put on her cloak amd mask, hid her sword and shield beneath the cloak, and opened the door. After sighing, she opened the door, and ran through the shadows.