Between the green glimmering light of the forest and the dull melancholy brown of the dirt road, a carriage rolled up to Myrtlewood Manor. Out stepped a woman that we must follow, who was by no means a threat. At least that's what she would like you to think. There was nothing striking about her, except a slight contrast between the holiday cheer of her clothes and the defensive fire burning in her eyes.

Her clothes included a dark blue gown, a white shawl, and a straw sun hat with a silver ribbon. Her lean face however was dark by contrast. Her eyes, emerald green and determined, were lit with burning flame, a fire that only grew as seconds passed.

Her auburn hair was curled into elegant ringlets, gracefully framing her face. There was nothing about her to assume that in a hidden pocket of her dress was a loaded revolver, the high neckline of her dress was covering a locket with a picture of her dead husband, and under her straw hat was one of the greatest minds in history. No one would even suspect that she was going to sneak into Lord Zantorian’s private study and steal the ring of Alestra, a ring that could harness the power of the North Wind, and hopefully by the end of the night leave Lord Zantorian lying cold, dead on the floor.

With her pretty face and joyous attitude, no one would guess that the leader of The Eboncrest Insurgence had snuck in right under their noses and left without a trace. For this was Evonley Leondra Winterbourne, the greatest mastermind of the Kingdom of Eldirii, and she was coming to exact revenge on the man who had murdered thousands.