[h2][color=pink][center] Skylar [/center][/color][/h2][hr]
Skylar walked in through the portal in her home at the village of Rheoden, breathing in the smell of coffee and adventures (If adventures had a smell) She hung up a sign in front of the door asking for help and settles behind the counter.  It is a relatively quiet day and birds are chirping outside.  She washes her hands and stares at the skylights and the view beyond.  It's the same clouds everyday, a full moon almost each night and a sprinkling of stars that shine as brightly on yesterday's night as tomorrow's night.  She looks out the window at the tall skyscrapers and the worn down wooden cottages, at the steam rising from the chimneys of a stout brick house to the solar panels of a mansion.  The town of Rheoden always captures her interest, all the time.  As she makes herself a coffee and stocks up the weapons in the weapon room she thinks about the responsibility that comes with taking care of such an establishment.  She hopes with all her heart that she will do a good job and commences with her day.