The lithe, blond Obrimos was unassuming. It would be hard to imagine she walked the path of the Adamant Way just by looking at her. She had been gone for a while, but it didn't feel like it to her. The Circle was at one time, her actual home. Still, so much appeared to be off-kilter with Sacramento, yet she could not quite put a finger on it.
Weavebreaker's eyes fell upon her fellow awakened. She gave a soft nod, to them as a whole. "Greetings. I'm Weavebreaker, Arrow of the Watchtower of the Golden Key, returning to Sacramento."