[center][h3][b][i][color=olivedrab]Venua Hornraven[/color][/i][/b][/h3][/center] [center][color=olivedrab][b]Location:[/b][/color] Salarn Gates -> Crossed Swords Inn & Tavern[/center][center][color=olivedrab][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] City Watch/Guards[/center] Venua had been on the road for some time now, as she headed for direction of the little hamlet of Salarn. She had heard of the settlement's problem with Orcs and their plea for any able-bodied help. Clad in her hand-stitched leather and hide dress underneath her hardened leather armour, she had the warmness of fur coat draped snuggly around her neck. Dusk had fallen not too long ago, and the temperature in the air had began to drop. The weather was surprisingly muggy, considering the fact that they were more or less entering the winter seasons. Armed with a bastard sword and a backpack on her back, her other hand carried a bulging hide sack that seemed to be drenched in some kind of thick liquid. She was on foot, without no mount to her name. As she began walking to to gates, an authoritative voice rang out in the quiet evening air. "Halt, go no further! State your business in Salarn!" The voice had belonged to a guard on the gate, or probably the watch sergeant himself. Either way, it made no difference to the woman. She could see the armed guards ontop the walls, judging her to see if she was a threat. If she didn't do anything, she very well might seem like one, with her painted face and strange looking attire. She decided to prove her case, indicating that she meant Salarn no harm. She rang out with a reply of her own, her tone equally firm and authoritative. With a simple toss, she flinged the bulging hide sack over the walls, onto their side of the settlement. [color=olivedrab]"A gift, to illustrate my intentions on entering Salarn. I got rid of them."[/color] She made doubly sure to emphasise the last point. Venua could hear steps running down stairs as voices chattered before a cry of disgust and a pungent stench pierced the air followed by sounds of gagging and vomitting. A sly and satisfied smile spread onto her face just then. [color=olivedrab]"Found the pair of them wandering near the settlement, hiding among the trees. They were spying on the hamlet, it seemed."[/color] She had found an odd orc and goblin pair wandering around the outskirts of the settlement, spying and chattering away to themselves. They never saw her coming. With quick and decisive blows, her blade had liberated their heads from their bodies, living their bodies lifeless. The young woman placed their heads into a sack, whatever life-blood still contained in them drenching the hide sack a blackish red. Cries of "Oh my god!" before the sack came hurtling back towards her direction. There was no more chatter for a time, until the same voice came back. "Alright, you've made your point. Speak to the constable if you require more information. The Crossed Swords is the tavern, and they provide warm food a mugs of cold ale." The guard indicated pointing in the general direction of the tavern. The gates slowly opened to let her in, before they closed once more and Venua went straight in, leaving the stinky bag where it lay. It had served its purpose, she had no more use for it. It could rot for all she cared. The first thing on her mind was to head towards the tavern. Her thirst for ale was real and strong. Eventually approaching the Crossed Swords, she entered and took a seat at the bar, ordering herself a mug of ale.