Near the outskirts of the village - a merchant' caravan was slowly arriving at the small village, carrying various goods to sell. Being pulled along by a strong and healthy black horse, bred for endurance and pulling heavy loads. The finely dressed merchant was holding the horses reins, guiding it towards the village. In the back sat a burly guard, whom was busy cleaning his poleaxe - while dropping looks at the woman sitting next to him. They had picked up the hooded gray-haired woman, about six days ago - namely she was asking them for a ride to nearby village near Vizima. Soon enough, when she was picked up - did they notice, her eyes were covered in several linen bandages, likely making her blind. Yet somehow, she was very adept at using her other senses - as she caught his hand, when he tried to grope her a few times. Namely having her senses better tuned than most other humans - and having been a soldier, before she lost her sight. 

Despite her odd 'abilities', she seemed rather meek and sociable at that - always eager to talk and discuss, about the current politics of kings, the new monsters popping up, or the usual best locations for a good drink. She was a good distraction - namely cause on the road, you either had to deal with boredom or the occasional bandit - rarely a few of the [i]monsters[/i], in which those cases ended with a very quick and bumpy ride away from said monster. He didn't think much about that - namely whenever a woman came along long trips, there was always bound for a certain [i]tension[/i] to develop. She was nice and average on the eyes - but a woman was a woman. As both of them got to know, about two days ago - during a longer stop near some mountains, when the boss was asleep and he had a bit of some vodka he brought on the road.

A rough bump, however soon brought him out of his daydreaming - signaling their arrival into the village. He jumped down and helped the former maiden down from the caravan. No need to have her, trip and brake something on that pretty face of her. "Mmm, thank you for the assistance," she spoke, giving him a warm smile.

"Anythin' fer a lady," he replied, kissing her hand. "Nee' any 'elp?"

"No need...I will find my way," she replied, soon disappearing into the village.

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Yuna soon took a deep breathe, rotating her neck to get the kinks out of it. Sleeping in a merchant' caravan for five days, left one' body sore - no matter how inhuman they were, the old pain of bed-ache still haunted them. The trip had been a rather bumpy one - namely cause the one they took, didn't have well-paved roads and mostly was all rocky or muddy. The caravan guard had been rather...well, handsome on the eyes - if as gropy and pervy as most men of his age. But his performance wasn't lacking atleast.

She giggled at the thought, as she soon pulled on her hood and started walking through the village. Having slipped into her traveller persona, keeping her face hidden underneath the hood. With the night' darkness, it was much easier to hide it - namely cause many a person, would likely come and ask, if she was lost. Namely her initial appearance would make most people think - that she was blind. The numerous cloth bandages covering her eyes, made many commoner think she was wounded, lost or...vunerable.

The truth was, she coul easily see through them - a simple enchantment, gotten from a mage, whom had visited her School many years ago. Namely she had been taught in the Manticore School - which many assumed was as average as the other handful of Witcher schools in the world. In some ways it was true, they taught people like her to fight monsters, track them and prepare special potions to counter them. But they were taught to approach the subject in a different fashion. Out East - they were taught to utilize more of the beasts they slew; since if they were taught many ways to kill them, why not teach how to make use of the kills. Hunting such creatures themselves was an experience - why go after the money, if you weren't planning to save it, and used it to hunt more monsters later. It was a dead circle - one filled with nothing, but dead beast and disgruntled villagers.

Manticores were taught also to be more self-sufficient - namely cause not every town or village would be happy to have Witchers over. In addition, those that did have monster issues and were looking for people to help them, weren't always the most able to pay the coin. If there was one thing, that the Manticores were different from the others - is that they could [i]understand.[/i] Namely, they were more 'street-smart' - having prestige or a 'reputation' was bad for their line-of-work. Since people remembred the bad more than the good - and in their work, it was better that people knew less about them. A willingness to hire help, didn't always translate to an ableness to pay - she had encountered many villagers whom couldn't pay the bounty. Unlike others, whom would demand coin - she was more willing to work around it - food, shelter, transportation even a good tavern song, suited her. Since, their pay and work was ultimately in the hands of regular men. Not many of them could afford, to travel the world and slay for a living. It also helped overall, when one left the village with a better mood - than the one they had before her arrival.

Their teaching also reflected upon Yuna - as she wore something of a sellsword appearance. A steel sword at her hip, and a hood drawn over head - not the appearance of a Witcher, whom carried an aura of fear and cold to them. Her tools were hidden, her varius bombs attached to her belt and unseen - several knives of silver and steel make, poisoned a few were hidden at her ankles and inside sleeves. While the silver blade, a telltale give-away was a short-blade of her and kept inside her coat. Dressing like a cold mercenary prompted people to treat you as one - as Yuna had learned over the years. Instead it was better to approach them from a position of aid or of meekness. After all - whom would suspect, the blind mercenary girl walking down the streets to be a Witcheress? In cases, that she did explain her job description - the lack of cat eyes, put some humans at ease. If she looked human, then she was likely human in their eyes.

Her thoughts, were soon interrupted when she heard a scream - her senses being tuned as they were, while over the years - her hearing had become much better too. As she soon turned and started in a half-jog to head over to the location. Not too fast, and not too slowly - always better to blend in than to stick out; as many other villagers likely would also go to check out the location of the scream.