This was the moment she was waiting for. This was where her first actual journey would end, and a new, better mission would begin. In the Past, all the woman ever did was kill, maim, and fight for no other reasons than to enjoy and feed herself. She was set upon by human terrors of the world, and lived through it all. Now was simply a challenge of patience. She was to wait with the other recruits that had arrived. Others had yet to arrive, but once they did, they can finally get started. They would finally be judged and see if they were worthy of taking up a position among the Watchdogs of Farron. It was a chance for the woman to find a new passion. An actual quest.
...Hm? Who is this woman? She is known as Brangwen the Estranged. A wandering challenger of warriors across the city. A duelist that doesn't take loss easily. An individual that fought and murdered her way to where she was today. She had grown bored with her life of dueling and fighting. It had not the spirit that once coursed through her. That spirit now belonged in the Watchdogs of Farron. This is where she would find a true purpose. This is where she could kill with a just blade, rather than a pitiful one. This is where she would prove that the skill and strength she gained over the years would be put to the test.
For now, however, Brangwen simply waited. The recruits were all different in personality. Some raised suspicion, some were too full of themselves, some were crazy, or old, or headstrong, or something. Everyone was so unique. Honestly, if she wasn't there for a specific reason, she'd have challenged them to duel her one at a time. But now was not the time, so she simply leaned against the wall, hood up covering her face with shadows.