His eyes appraised the blond girl with the wonky bobble hat. There was a kindness in them, a kindness that gave the impression that if it ever left, something dark and terrible would replace it. They were real wizard's eyes. "They call you Tombraider," He announced. "Duchess of the Thieves Guild, a rich amongst rags. But of course neither of those are your real names."

"Those markings on your skin," He started and immediately felt her stiffen next to him. "They are just normal tattoos Merlin." She said softly, fidgeting against him. He turned his head down to look at her and matching her tone, whispered, "Normal tattoos don't glow when you are dying Orhea."

Rin is a survivor of the Ga'mi gypsy massacre. Fate has decreed that she will restore peace to her people. But she cannot succeed on her own. No, she must first help a certain bold monk to fulfill his destiny before she can dream of fulfilling hers.