It was just another morning and just another mission she had to fulfill, but something seemed rather stranger about those Adventurers.

Snuck carefully behind a bush, a woman had placed her eyes watchful on the group, that had laid out their camp to rest for the night. She couldn't quite make it out what it was yet, but something was awfully wrong about the mixture of people around that fire place.

A Gith, a Human Wizard, A Vampire, a Shar worthshipper, a disciple of Zariel, one of Mizora's Warlocks and the leader of the group, a Dragonborn. It was more than unusual, it was quite bizarre to see them all peacefully coexist around each other.

Her mission was clear, keep her eyes on those Adventurers and report anything back to Raphael. It seemed simple enough, but that awful feeling became ever present in the watchful woman.

What on earth did Raphael want with them and why did she of all people had to go after that mission? Usually he'd sent Korrilla to the more important labeled cases.

Not this time.

The woman let out a sigh and snapped her fingers, before she disappeared back to the house of hope.

It all was a mystery, one of the many Raphael loved to engage into and for now she needed patience, until he would slowly unravel his plans. For the next week's she would have to trace their every step and move, to report it all back to the Devil she was working under.

A simple task, but yet there was that nagging and awful feeling stirring in her guts, that told something wasn't right.

It would not leave until it was proven right.