Private Tales Weirdos from Another Dimension

[Smiling One]

Daybreak Village, the quaint little town that lies in the upper portion of The Gold Road. Despite its small population and relativity quiet nature, numerous trade routes meet in Daybreak Village due to it lying between the Dwarven town of Belgrath and Alliria: Willis' home town. Daybreak Village atmosphere is best described as relaxed with the inhabitants going from their day to day business. Willis passed through this town many times in his travels to and from Alliria every time he visited, he didn't want to leave.

There was something about this town was relaxing, whether it was the laid back approach that the villagers take or even the cool breezes that pass by every now and then. Daybreak Village where a person can just relax after a long travel, perhaps that's the reason Willis liked this town so much. The young man looked around the small town having arrived from Alliria. Willis just finished up completing a Monster Hunting contract in his homeland and is back on the road again going where the wind takes him. Willis entered the small village and observed its Dwarven inspired architecture and watching the children playing near the well.

Daybreak Village has been around since The Gold Road was first used and it is still standing even after the Road has fallen into disrepair. Of course since the Village lives close to the forest, that meant the people were vulnerable to Monsters that sometimes lurk outside of the forest and into the village. There were instances of people being eaten in their home by a Displacer Beast. Willis felt the temptation to check the noticeboard next to the Windmill but first he must fill his mouth frothing ale an flirt with the tavern maids in the Blind Dwarf tavern. Willis opened the wooden doors which lead to the place and saw it mostly empty. "Bartender!" Willis called out. "A cup of Ale please!"

 

[Vanya Valentine]

"I must be good for something~"​

The fluttering of wings flapped nearby as an old Raven came flying down from the treeline above and landing upon a mysterious figures shoulder. Ice cold eyes flicking back and forth over the gold road as the dark clothed stranger wandered ever so closer to the small village occupying this crossroad of a territory. And so she continued onward, heading a bit further down the road until she reached what appeared to be a small clearing with a large wooden gate, beyond it children playing and peasants going about their typical day absent minded and blissful. The Wolf scoffed quietly, glancing at her pet and rolling her eyes slightly and slowly backing away into a dark, empty alleyway between two houses that concealed her and the raven on her shoulder in complete darkness.

And after a brief moment when she emerged from the dark the raven was no more, but instead a black cat with blue eyes perched around her shoulders and purring quietly as the woman adjusted her jacket. "Remember to be nice darling, try not to bite anyone for petting you this time eh?" She mused, giving the black cat a flick to its nose as The Huntress approached the Blind Dwarf inn. Her cat hissing in annoyance and swiping almost angrily at the womans withdrawing hand.

She watched a man enter before her when she had first arrived, apparently wanting ale so that gave her the confirmation the place was at least open. Arriving several minutes after she reached out a hand and pushing the door open with an audible 'creeeeeeek'. Forcing some of the individuals inside to shift their gaze over to the mysterious young woman who made her way inside, draped in High Class Cloth of a fashion, clearly not a commoner and nor was she a simple traveler. And carrying a large Briefcase by her side with a black cat perched on her shoulders made it clear to anyone who merely observed the woman that she was clearly not from around here. Silver framed glasses concealing her eyes behind crimson lenses as her coat fluttered slightly in the breeze. She was well dressed, her hair tied back into a ponytail with a red ribbon holding it back nice and neat. Dark colored lipstick graced upon full lips and a silver cross dangling from black and red beads wrapped around her forearm and wrist. She was an...unusual character to say the least, or at least in village standards.

"Oh my, another one huh? Such a busy night this is! Go on and take a seat honey we'll be right with ya!" An older lady' voice rang, a tall elf with a head of silver locks. Clearly either the Owner or a Barmaid...or both. She carried several platters along her arms and within both hands masterfully, serving the patrons ale and food one table at a time. Surprisingly the restaurant was well populated, there were a couple older men in cloaks, sitting alone at their own table playing some sort of card game. A woman off to the far corner sleeping in her chair, some elves blabbering about something or another and some kids eating chicken rather ravenously. Her eyes did not linger on them long, she found herself looking back at the white haired elf as she finished delivering her payload and pulled he hair back and wrapped it up with a rubber band. Quickly marching back to the front of the restaurant and vanishing into the kitchen where she could see some dwarfs doing their thing in the back.

The young Wolf however took a seat right in the middle of the inn at one of the empty tables. Pulling out a small book from her jacket and laying it down on the table as she quickly began to shuffle through the pages, waiting for her turn to order patiently as the Gothic stranger sat quietly in her place. The black cat hopping down onto the table and eyeing everyone in the restaurant like some kind of sentry.

Smiling One
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[Smiling One]

The bartender smiled and immediately went to the barrel to fill Willis' cup. The young turned to find a table sit but his eyes laid upon a beautiful and he immediately smirked. There was an air of mystery around the woman with locks of black hair tied into a bun and her eyes were covered behind dark red shades. She also had supplant black lips and wore black leather. Her large, bouncing bosoms exposed out for every one to see.

Willis guessed that she's probably a monster hunter. While the official armor of a monster varies depending on the person, it's usually recommended that a monster hunter wears armor that is not to cumbersome or provides little protection. Willis never liked wearing armor since he felt it was too slow preferring to use his speed to outmaneuver armored opponents. Leather armor in particular tends to make a person smell during warm days. Though leather on a woman, especially one that accents their curves, Willis will make an exception.

"Your ale good sir!" Willis was too busy examining the woman that he didn't pay attention to the frothing cup of Ale that was infront of him. The bartender smiled gently handing Willis the beverage "my apologies," he said smiling handing the bartender his coin before heading towards the woman's direction.

“Hello what do we have here?” Willis said checking the woman out. Not even a minute in and already a pretty woman got his attention. “Greetings,” he said. “My name is Willis Reede: Mercenary.” He adjusted in his seat getting closer to the woman. “And who might you be?”