"We sought the best souls to resurrect her. And they will certainly make this interesting. Your friend -- what you call ... the agent; they remind me so much of her."
Beatrice was taken aback from the old scribe's familiarity, despite only hearing of the fabled Firebird only moments ago herself. "What makes you say that, Jarl?" she pushed further with words and her rifle, equally piercing.
"Both fight against the wind and challenge their fiery wings. Funny, her death is usually her own fault -- stubborn, old heart. Hopefully, this vessel lasts more than a century ... In the Dyrnwall Cleave, we shall see if they can even last the hour."