Clove woke up with a gasp. the last thing she remembered was Thresh smashing her head against the wall, killing her. she jumped up, groping for her knives, but they weren't there. She didn't recognize her surroundings. She wasn't in her district, or in the capital. She was in some sort of tower, though everything was black...

"Looking for these?" a voice asked. she spun around to face her component, but when she saw him, she snorted. he looked about a hundred years old, with a pure white beard that went down to his waist. he held up her daggers in a tauntingly way. "Who the heck are you?!" she snarled. "I am saurmun the white." she let out a snigger. "Something funny?" he asked. she looked at him, her eyes full of mirth. "Nobody has a name like that, old man." she grinned. His eyes narrowed. "You might want to show a little respect to the person who brought you back to life." he said his lip curling.

Clove's grin faltered.

"What do you mean brought back to life? nobody can bring somebody back to life?" she asked.

"I have my ways, little girl." he said mysteriously.

"Wha-you-little girl?!" she spluttered, clenching her fists, and baring her teeth.

she lunged for him in anger, only to be propeled back as she hit a invisible barer.

she sat up, dazed. "You are a good fighter, yes, i think you will be good to send out." he walked out.

"What-don't walk away from me! tell me what the heck you are sending me out to do!" she screeched, anger flooding her face. He stopped. "Well, i suppose I should tell you if you are to cooperate with me" He said thoughtfully.

"You are a skilled fighter, yes?" he asked her. "Well, yes." she said, taken aback. "And you can murder easily, am I right?" he strod to her. "Without hesitation." she responds with malice. "Great." he said. "I'll send you out tommorow." he said, leaving her confused. "Sending me out where? and what'll I be doing?" she asked. He turned around. "Killing some Hobbits."