When the sun rose I went inside and took a quick bath before dressing and stepping out for a quick breakfast.

"I hope the Congress goes well!" Diamiutar bid as I rose.

"Aren't you coming?" I asked.

"No, this is a Congress specifically for battle matrons, I have no place at such an event." She dismissed.

"Don't worry, Master." Tavorwen declared, rising with Creadean. "We'll accompany you."

Comforted I at least wouldn't be going alone, I grabbed my gear and we headed out. As always, Amura tagged along.

I wasn't comfortable going anywhere without my rifles, and my sword was slowly becoming just as natural, but it felt weird going...