@Flaze; The West Continent, though commonly known for its sporadic tendencies in terms of the weather, cast a cold atmosphere over the busy populace of Albion - Winterstone Heights in particular, seemingly one of the richest neighborhoods Umbra had ever set foot in. The cityscape was a well-rounded blend of aged architecture and futuristic structure, giving it a classic feel in retrospect. It was slightly unnerving, being in the presence of more wealth than you yourself were even worth, Unbra found herself thinking. Penumbra Mingus Forsyth was, by no means, someone that easily scared. But when she had gotten a phonecall from one of the richest families in all of the West Continent (regarding a job offer, no less), suffice to say she was more than a bit suspicious. She glanced around at the meeting place - a well-maintained garden with flowers of nearly every variant - and waited for someone else to show up. The skill user made a point to show no apparent nerve to the strangeness of it all. She had been given no further details about the job; only the warning that it would take longer than her usual assignments. She'd done her fair share of odd jobs to keep the rent, so this naturally set her on edge. And thus, Umbra waited.