Sable clignote.
Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que ce genre d'activité ait lieu si tôt le matin. Elle avait glissé par Atreides à l'auberge, pensant qu'il avait encore ses propres pensées à combattre. Maintenant, elle se tenait au centre du village... seulement pour être approchée par le type plutôt impoli d'hier. Sable a scanné Mal de haut en bas avec un regard blanc.
Nous sommes à la recherche des autres Reliques, elle a répondu honnêtement et méthodiquement. Par conséquent, il n'est pas nécessaire de se précipiter vers notre prochain emplacement. Tout au plus, je suppose que les soldats de l'Imperium d'hier soir les cherchaient aussi. Ça veut dire-oh.
Le Crimson Streak a été interrompu par la fille avec les boules flottantes; celui plutôt excentrique qui a vomi autour des titres littéraires partout. Sable lui a donné un petit signe de salutation.
Bonjour Exo. Pour répondre à vos questions dans l'ordre séquentiel: Mon nom est Sable, bien que les gens ont tendance à m'appeler le Crimson Streak. Le dragon nous a attaqués par pure instinct que j'imagine. J'espère que cela suscite votre curiosité. 
Et puis, voici, quelqu'un de nouveau s'est pointé, s'attaquant rapidement à Mal, sans raison ni soin. En voyant le garçon tomber, Sable s'installe chez la nouvelle femme et fait la chose polie.
Bonjour.
Quelque chose ne va pas. Sable pouvait sentir une aura déconcertante autour du nouveau venu, bien qu'elle ne puisse pas placer ce que c'était et n'a pas commenté à haute voix. Elle devrait demander à Atreides de l'étudier si possible. Après tout, il était beaucoup plus habile à voir ce genre de choses qu'elle était.
S'il vous plaît, ne commencez pas les combats," elle a dit à Mal et au nouveau venu. Les citadins regardent.
En effet, les citoyens regardaient, s'étant rassemblés à l'extérieur de leurs maisons pour assister au rassemblement de gens étranges. Certains d'entre eux murmuraient entre eux, jetant des regards suspects sur leur chemin.
L'un d'eux, un homme âgé, crachait. Aucun bien ne vient de leur espèce. Surtout avec ces reliques maudites qui surgissent partout. D'abord eux, maintenant tout le foutu Imperium respirant dans notre dos...
Name: Sable, the Crimson Streak
Age: 23
History:
The assassin known only as the Crimson Streak is a mystery and an enigma. No one knows where she came from or how she got her reputation. Actually, no, that’s false. People know full well how the girl got her blood-soaked title. However, the answers end there.
All anyone knows is that she served under the Imperium for some time as one of their leading assassins before apparently defecting to take the life of a Mercenary. Wandering around for some time, fate would eventually pair her with a certain Taskmage, and the two have been partners ever since. And thus, the mystique surrounding her continues. No one knows her true name, except maybe her partner in crime.
Personality:
Sable generally has two expressions written on her face: neutral and frowning. Perhaps at one time she was less stoic. Maybe. Now though, she'd much rather just not talk much to anyone at any time or anywhere. And if she does talk, it will be in a monotone voice and expression.
As an assassin greatly feared, Sable is a killer with a stone face. Often, the last thing her victims see before their passages into death are her cold visage and blank eyes. Thus, she appears at times distant and robotic, and to some extent she really is, only allowing her mind to focus on tasks at hand. She has a polite dislike for nobility and royals in general, though she will rarely say so. Much like anything else actually.
Maybe she's just shy? Who knows. The only person she says more than three words to is her partner. And even then, it’s hard to get any emotion out of her.
Weapons:
Vim and Vigor: A pair of black and white daggers that are noted to be oversized in appearance. They are often used both in a sword-like fashion as well as traditional dagger play. The weapons themselves lack any sort of special abilities, save for one sole function.
Each of the daggers was created for the purpose of nullifying magic. As such, Sable can use them to cut away most forms of magic used against her, and the sight of her slicing away at flames of streaks of cast lightning are not uncommon. The blade’s true potential, however, can be utilized further in dire situations.
When sensing a situation in which their master is in danger, Vim and Vigor will increase their anti-magic qualities to the point where Sable can severe the particles of magic in the air from at least a two-foot radius. When this state is achieved, next to all magic is canceled two feet from Sable’s form. Because of her only magic of summoning as well, Sable can also use Vim and Vigor as projectile boomerangs along side close-combat.
Abilities:
RE-Arch: Sable’s only form of magic; it is a type of summoning magic that can call forth as well as store her weapons Vim and Vigor from thin air. In practical hindsight, it’s simply a convenient method to arm herself quickly. Because of this utilization, she often uses it to call her blades back to her near-instantly, making the tactic of using them as boomerang projectiles quite effective.
Other:
Although she is known to rest of the world as either Sable, or the Crimson Streak, only one individual dares to give her the affectionate nickname, Crimson Steak. This certain person also has a bad habit of calling her other meat-themed names as well. Furthermore, the full title of her magic is “Repeatable Equip Armament”, or, “RE-Arch”.