When Amren had been unexpectedly thrust into this position, she had expected more fun. Terrorizing others was her strong suit and yet, these Griffingaters (was that what they were called? Honestly she didn't care enough to know) provided her next to no entertainment. She spent most of her time here going through the extravagant treasure trove she had happened upon by accident one day, practically disappearing off the face of the earth as she combed through gemstone after gemstone. Was it something that belonged to the sovereign? Probably. Did she care? No, never.

But even that had gotten old for her quickly, the short woman running through her resources quickly in desperate attempt to have some fun. She had finally abandoned the little home she had taken to occupying, clad in her signature gray crop top and sweatpants, an almost gaudy ruby necklace adorning her neck. "I miss Cain... That insufferable boy at least never left me deprived of things to do," She grumbled to herself, sauntering down the street. No matter: she was sure she'd be seeing him soon and then, that'd change. Good, Amren thought to herself, absently brushing a stray lock of black hair from her face.

"Maybe I can set something on fire."

Yeah, that sounded like a good plan to her. The inhabitants of this group disliked her enough- this would just be adding fuel to the flames.

Literally.