Yesterday.

"You called, Master?" she asked.

Kuja surveyed his handiwork. She was beautiful, six feet tall with flame- red hair and feathers peeking from a wide-brimmed steeple hat. She was thin and wrapped in a black trench coat. Leather lady's gloves gloved her hands and buttoned boots climbed their way to two very shapely knees. Black feathered wings with the occasional red thread stuck out from her back and between them slept a sword nestled in its soft, warm bed of feathers.

"Yes I did. Who do you serve?"

"You, my lord."

"Good. The town of Lindblum. Destroy it."