Sihara sat down on a large boulder by the side of a small lake. A spring was nearby, creating a soft musical sound of water moving. She sighed and gazed up at the clouds. No matter how much she might enjoy remaining like this, she had come here for a reason.
The Rovers.
She would be the start of a new Clan. One that wouldn't turn anyone out, despite their history, or their abilities. She looked around, her softly glowing lavender eyes searching the shadows of the dense forest all around her. Would anyone come? She hoped that they would. She dreamed of the day when the Rover's would be known throughout the world; known as mercenaries that can take any job, and a tight-knit family group that when threatened, could never be defeated.
A grim smile graced her smooth face. But these were simply dreams. She needed people to come, and be initiated into the Clan. And to walk by her side as she brough in a new dawn. A dawn, of the Rovers.