[center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/241897287503183872/328550626076262401/rsz_matthew_kyrielite-0452.jpg[/img][/center] [center][color=violet][h1]Meren, The Shieldmaiden[/h1][/color][/center] [center][sub]Interacting with:[@Rekaigan][/sub][/center] [i]Clink, Clink, Clink[/i]. The sound of metal against at hammer that was what Meren herself was found off. There was not a day she didn't dislike being in the forge working her craft in order to produce such splendid and in her honest opinion, varied, pieces of art. Honestly the sound of metal on metal was as riveting to her ears as the finished product itself. The sound of the forge. Honestly she had to take some shelter in something its not like she could go back to her previous life as a shut-in losing track of where one day ends and another begins. Still its not like she was in the forge now. Meren brushed away some of the undergrowth in front of her. She was in the forest outside of town trying to get some of the necessary low quality goods in order to be stocked up in case any requests came through. She thought back to her small shop in the side alley. The guilds always took the prime spot in the town centre and she was effectively guildless currently, not that it was a bad way to live. The inn had some hospitality to adventurers even if it was run by Lander's. Meren liked to chalk this up to the whole 'the customer is always right' motif. Still she hoped that she wasn't bothering them too much. She didn't want to be a complete nuisance. She had to make sure she was supporting everyone and that was why she was here. She had to get some and some in order to be able to produce some higher quality bows for people if they needed them. Meren picked up another clump of adding it to her slowly filling inventory. She was almost done just a few more and then- Meren heard a sound she knew better then anyone, the sound of metal sliding against a surface nearby. Just beyond the treeline. It seemed there was someone getting into a fight on the other side... She stood up straight and stretched her arms. Her dark purple and black coloured armour reflecting slightly in the light as it made the gentle clicking of metal moving as she drew herself up to her full height. She had to check this out, they might be interested in healing. Their was an obvious sound of a commotion, was the group fighting in a particularly difficult scenario or was it... Meren gasped to herself. If it was PK's she had to act fast no time for thinking. Her hand reached out and gripped her now manifested shield the weight of which already appeared as she heaved it in front of her. [i]Clink, clink, clink.[/i] She reminded herself to think of the nice peaceful forge in the backally as she moved herself forward. She braced herself, right foot behind the left. Body tensed and... . The Skill activated with a slight hum as she lurched forward like a cannonball crashed through the treeline and colliding with some sort of samurai pushing them to the far end of the opening with an audible [b]crack[/b] as she made the collision. She hoped she didn't hurt the person too badly. She backed away to her own corner with the three people before her untimely introduction. [color=Violet]"Salutations, how are you all doing and is there for this commotion?"[/color] She said getting her question out as fast as possible before this escalated further. She was in her own corner cause she didn't know who to trust. Was the high level bullying the lower levels or were the lower levels getting too greedy and trying to take on a high level player. [i]Clink, Clink, Clink[/i]. The sound of the hammer against metal was really sounding appealing right now...