maro carefully smoothed down the wrinkled piece of paper that had been half-burried in burning desert sand.

A cold feeling of dread wrapped itself around his heart like a poisonous vine. He could sense that her sharp, piercing gaze had already settled on him.

this one is written for the outright scoundrels vicious without moral scruples this is written for the ones to blame for the merciless miscreants who are the cause of chaos in everything we have little use for the shining knights for the glorious and honourable champions who know nothing of the thunder that roars in our souls and the storm that engulfs our hearts but she knows she is watching you ready to strike relentless and deadly if you are not worthy ready to accept without judgement and generously if you pledge your undying allegiance your miserable life and your dark soul to her cause eternal allegiance to the Cobra's might for we are scarlet inside

What a strange way to recruit cutthroats and rogues, Amaro wondered. How can those who know only deceit and lies ever be loyal to a person? He read about her, Scarlet Etzel, the sister. She had vanished with her followers a long time ago, searching for artefacts that are not supposed to exist. Could it be?

He shook his head. A trembling, shaky hand had scribbled something else on the paper:

* For those who do not like poetry: The Cobra will provide you with riches beyond your wildest imagination, the exquisite cuisine of Chef Luc Venin and the shelter of our bastion's unsurmountable walls. She demands nothing but unyielding fealty.