Abigail'd long abandoned the title of Raysh al-Shaytan. The period in which she'd held that title was most prominently marked by paranoia and misery, and by the time she gave it up she'd incurred scars that would stain her soul forever. But despite its troubles she couldn't deny there were some benefits to her experiences with the League of Shadows. She'd received some of the best training the world had to offer, gained access to esoteric knowledge not available anywhere else. And although she'd been in many ways the antithesis of the League's principles and traditions, some remained loyal following her departure.
Now the League of Shadows was replaced by a global fian, but the Ríonfénnid retained everything she'd taken up as the head of the global assassins cult. Adopting many of the Leagues methods and tactics, fianna emerged in cities worldwide, comprised of men and women capable of blending into a variety of settings. Always vigilant, and connected by a wireless network that spanned the globe. So when word spread in Gothic that some as-yet-unidentified individual was seeking Abigail, hardly any time at all passed before the Aensland Golden Girl herself became aware of the rumblings. Pondering aloud to both her mother and Alastair, based on the nature and style of his inquiries she knew one of two things to be true:
- He was looking for help, or
- He was looking to make a name for himself.
"In any case, far be it from me to keep him waiting. Someone's got to show the Americans what manners look like." And, donning her theta trion weave suit, Arquitenens set out alongside two of her companions to meet the stranger.