Kristia would be the first to admit that she didn't keep up on the daily events of Rhydin. She'd been spending so many hours traveling that she'd almost forgotten what the inside of her own home looked like, so it was no surprise when she had returned home this last time, she wanted to simply collapse in bed. Not happening. She had opened her own front door to a frantic anthro-boy, Ky. The tan fur-man was waving his arms around, nervously bummbling out words, "Scathachians! Murder...blood...Issy!" She paused in mid-motion to entering the building, dropping her bag onto the floor and placing her hands around Ky's shivering shoulders.

"Shh. Calm down. Breath...Now, tell me, what?s going on?"

Even after Ky had settled down, Kristia was unable to get the whole story out. She heard bits and pieces of something about a murder in West End and the Scathachians being blamed. More importantly, Isuelt being blamed. Kristia didn't believe for one second that Issy would go on some mass murdering spree and by the rare chance she had, then the peckers had probably deserved it. But Ky was unsure of how much he had heard was truth and rumors. The media had a way of distorting things. She made the quick decision to head to the Sanctuary.

Kristia arrived on horseback, looking awkward as hell. Her slender body had been wrapped around in traditional asian kimono. The thick cloth of the kimono was green, with different foiled designs of silver leaves placed strategically all around the outfit. It had been the outfit she'd worn to her last buisness exchange to appease her buyers. She didn't have a lot of qualms with playing the part of quiet, demure, little woman...as long as people were buying her 'cattle'. Less mouths to feed and shelter on her end. Hell, if she knew she could get some lazy slaves off her hands, she'd dress up as a chicken, if that's what made the buyers happy. Anyways - riding on a steed in a kimono is simply impossible. Kristia had to rip both sides of the kimono up to her thighs to allow her legs around the horse. She'd also quickly managed to grab her belt full of goodies. Her whip. Throwing knives. Skinning knife. Her scimitar. Always come prepared!

Throwing one leg over and sliding down the horse, Kristia landed carefully on the toes of her boots. What misereble timing this all had been, she hadn't even had a chance to change. She stood at the entrance to the Sanctuary, looking like a badass, chinese prostitute. Lovely. Giving the horse a firm whack on his backend, she let the animal trot off before bellowing out.

"Where IS everybody?"

Kristia immediatly grinned as the door flung open to the Trix. She put her hands outwards, in a offering guester, stepping up towards her.

"What' Who needs a postcard when you get the real thing" I've been here and there...Mostly there. Miss me?"

She then made a quick tackle to hug Trixie, her slender arms squeezing around her friend. She had missed her terribly! Kristia was not exactly one of those touchy-feely, I love you-you love me, sort of people but even grumpy people needed some sort of affection now and again. Her face morphed into a expression of relief, if only for a moment. At least Trixie was okay. Releasing her from the bear hug, Kristia leaned back but kept her hands planted on Trixie's shoulder, eyeing her with a sideways grin.

"You look like hell, buddy."

"Is that it' I knew I should have had a shot or two before heading over this way."

A sideways grin flashed at her BFF as she followed in. Emerald eyes scanned around the Sanctuary quickly, getting a chill from the silence and solitude. She could feel it down in her very bones - something bad had happened, something was off. She smoothed down the wrinkled kimono at Trixie's comments, smirking.

"You wish you had one just like it. I was doing some stuff way.."

She lifted one arm and pointed her hand in no particular direction, waving her fingers around a little.

"Way somewhere. All I know is it took almost two weeks to get there for a four hour meeting. You would have loved this guy, Trix. I swear, this wasn't a man, he was a freakin' horse. Probably pushing somewhere around 300 pounds."

Kristia puffed her cheeks outwards like a blow fish.

"I was almost afraid to shake his hand...One wrong squeeze and I was worried the pressure would blow the sucker up. It was worth the trip, though, he bought four very promising girls.."

She trailed off in her words, remembering the whole justice part of the Scathachians. Instead, she cleared her throat and corrected herself.

"Cows. Very promising, well-behaved cows. Gotta say though, I'm glad to be home. I'm so sick of the traveling...enough is enough. What the heck are you wearing" What'd you do, just roll out of bed, you bum?"

There was no Joker costume! No dress up and knock 'em down wear! Something had gone sour around here.

"You lazy wench!" Kristia said with a grin. She walked in a circular motion around the kitchen counter, eyeing out the place. It was her first time the Sanctuary and she'd always been a little curious how these warrior women lived. She was half expecting to see ritualist figurines of naked woman everywhere. It wouldn't have surprised her.

"You've got to have whiskey somewhere in here, right' I know Isuelt is a whiskey pounder."

Kristia strolled up behind Trixie and peeked over her shoulder, pointing into the fridge, "Hey, that cheese is looking pretty good to. And speaking of Issy....What the hell's going on?"