"Words are indeed cheap, Lady Minerva, we are staunchly aware of this fact and heavily vet our candidates. Although your answers and strong stance is very much along the same line as our faction, your ambition seem to reside elsewhere. May you find what your heart desires..."
After the short speech, the voice ceased to exist, along with the vague presence of its master. Whatever that had happened in the short time
@Minerva Alexandria was there would feel like a fleeting dream. Within a few minutes, the chilling air bit into the swords-woman's exposed flesh, as if to urge her to find proper shelter, away from the late and lonely winter winds.
Candidate 001 Rejected