The flood thing

The journey into Arlathan had been a long one, but she had enjoyed the time alone with her mentor, her father, as they had journeyed without taking the instant eluvians. She, like him, had an innate distrust in their use, in their safety, and her own two feet were good at getting her around to where they were going. Plus there was the fact that it had allowed him to show her things she had never gotten to see during her time in the fighting pits -- trees that she had never knew the names of, animals that she had never seen before. After her fall and escape, she hadn't spent too much more time awake. The first chance she had to slip into what she had thought would be a form of death that she would be happy to have had, but she had awoken body still intact. Things were funny like that.

I don't remember any of it, honestly, it all seems so new and.. Flea's hand rested on the hilt of her sword, as she took in a deep breath. Her letters back and forth with Ailwin had helped give her a sense of the new times, but this? It.. it wasn't familiar but it was, as if any moment there would be a barker come running down the street to announce the gladiator games, where all of them would file into an amphitheater and she would fight, to the death, with someone else. She had been so high on those times, when she and even he had been raised on shoulders, awarded with better things, more food, comfortable places to sleep. She had been infamous, until she hadn't been.

This new group, it's the woman who contacted you to come train the people, isn't it?

@Bajie