Demons Never Die [Meeting]

The assassin grew tired of these demands, these calls. She was a creature of action, not of speech and she grow bored with all of these happenings. She could care less what the monarch did so long as she was left alone. They didn't bother her and she wouldn't bother them. Regardless she materialized between the trees and stood silently among the masses. Tortuga's scent was all but gone from her flesh, she was, for all intents and purposes... merely one of the masses.