Pyr/Alecta/Cy
Alecta wasn't particularly a charitable soul by nature. She could hold her own in combat, she knew how to fight - that was kind of in the job description - yet she never once took part in the battles that lately seemed to be happening on almost every week in Emillion. Why would she, when she was never personally effected before? No, it wasn't her mess to participate in, it was Emillion's mess. And helping the EKP and all those volunteers who were willing to defend the city, that didn't really hold an appeal to her either. Why risk your life unnecessarily when you don't have to?
So naturally, she wanted to stay out of this today as well. Wanting being the key word. Because today was different. It was the warehouses - with how badly everything seemed to be effecting the guild lately, they couldn't afford to lose them too. No, things were cloudy enough on their own. When she heard what was happening at the docks through the network, she knew it was time to join the fight and make sure they remained unharmed. As a council member, it was her responsibility to protect those damn warehouses, no matter what she wanted.
So here she was now, adorned in her armor, complete with weapons and ready to help bring that Faram fucking monster down. She took a moment to survey her surroundings - it was pretty much as bad as she expected it to be. Never mind that, she was confident she could survive this. As long as she didn't have to focus on helping anyone else - thankfully, Athlis was out of the city so she didn't have to worry about him - she would be fine. Partners only slowed her down, she preferred to work alone.