"[color=39b54a]Yessir Mister Lieutenant![/color]" Aura declared with a bright grin and a flourish of a spin before declaring, again with a bright smile and a boisterous voice "[color=00a651]I'll see you all bright and early in the morning![/color]" She turned on the spot and skipped from the room, absolutely filled to the brim with excitement! She had a job, and while it didn't pay much, it was what every Dryad must aspire to ("[color=00a651][i]At least I think so, after all we're part of nature![/i][/color]") in her life, the chance to be a guardian of nature in the most literal sense! Then again, that also meant she had to deal with her least favorite part of her job, which was plying the trade she'd been taught by her family in the village. Even now, she could hear the words of Roberto, the hunter who had first taught her to read, as she left "[i][color=0054a6]I'm sorry, little one, for I have failed you. As you leave now, I have left you ill equipped, for I have taught you but one trade, the trade of the hunter. So, I must charge you with this, when you leave you shall need to pay for food,
and to get the money for this food...you will need to become a huntress of men.[/color][/i]"

"[i][color=00a651]A huntress of men...an apex predator. It's all part of nature I suppose, creatures live and then die, and when they die their spirit returns to the nature around them. Viewed like that, there should be no problem, they get to become part of nature even more than I am. Even so...being the arbiter of that process hurts. Hurting and killing men and women, it...hurts. To think of the future of theirs that I pruned, that I cut off prematurely, it hurts. Yet..so long as I remember them, it'll be fine! They'll live on, dancing with the tree, so long as I remember![/color][/i]" And so, her brief moral crisis brought to an end by a touch of childlike naivete, Aura continued on her merry way across the street and, from there, into the room she'd be sleeping in that night, again enduring the pointed stares of the inn's denizens

And so, she set her rifle down, and reached into the bag slung about her shoulder, withdrawing her night clothes. This was something of a new habit, well at least comparatively, given her upbringing she was a late bloomer to most things the average citizen of any nation would consider normal. Climbing into bed, she carefully lay her rifle next to her and engaged its safety catch before covering up and smiling at the ceiling as she shut her eyes. It had been another fun day, and it capped off with something so dramatic it was like one of the novels she'd read back in the village. She could only hope the coming days of her adventure with her new friends would be filled with the same stuff of the novels, adventure, camraderie ("[i][color=00a651]And if I'm lucky, romance!! Oooohhh, I so hope so![/color][/i]") It didn't take long for Aura to drift off to sleep, propelled on to her slumber by happy thoughs such as these.