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[sup]Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa & Bell[/sup]

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[color=gray]It was supposed to be a trip with little to no danger.

[i]Was.[/i]

Arin had risen out of bed earlier than she usually did as part of her morning routine. A bath and breakfast followed, but instead of usual priestess' duties, Arin would be heading towards Port Sesta, where the prince would be waiting for men and women to accompany him on his adventure. Transportation was not a problem for the young priestess, as a local merchant offered to give Arin a ride to Port Sesta on his way to sell some of his goods. Arin swore up and down as she offered to pay him for his services, but the merchant gave a heartily chuckle and eventually convinced the priestess that she could ride along for free.

The journey itself was as peaceful as it came. Bandits were common throughout the world, but Estala, specifically the region that Arin had lived in for her entire life, hardly had a problem with highwaymen. And so, most of the trip was met with a joyful smile expressed by the priestess, who joined in song with her pet bird, Choco, while the cart struggled not to hit every possible bump on the road. By the time they had reached Port Sesta, it was roughly noon. By the apparent look from the port, the prince had not arrived yet. No big welcoming party full of knights and soldiers, just another gloomy, and depressing port.

Thinking it would be best to wait, Arin made haste to one of the neighboring taverns. It was nothing special, filled with your typical drunkards and sailor breath. Thankfully, the drunkards were mostly distracted by a woman with a large sword by her side, and so Arin was left at peace to read a book in a small corner of the tavern. That was, until the door burst open with a strong kick. The man waved around his axe, screaming at the woman from before to put her weapons down.[/color] [color=lightsteelblue][b]"N-Now, now. W-we can solve this peacefully, alright?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Arin spoke, clutching her staff as she cowered from the intimidating soldier.

Yet her pleas fell on deaf ears. The woman had ignored the soldier, and flipped a table into his direction. The soldier, with his axe, cut through the table like a hot knife slicing butter, but it was all but a distraction. With quickness, the woman swung her sword, slicing the soldier's throat open, who promptly clunked against the tavern's floor. The woman turned her attention towards those still in the tavern, telling them to hide, but it was evident that one of the patrons was not willing to hide.[/color] [color=lightsteelblue][b]"I-I can help too, if you get hurt!"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Arin stammered, feeling compelled to help the patrons, but also wanting to get as far as from the dead soldier in front of them.[/color]

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[sup]Current Location: Sesta Tavern - Interacting With: Ursa, Bell & Arin[/sup]

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[color=gray]No matter how it was spinned, it was a blatant "fuck off" from his family.

Kolyn didn't hate his family. They gave him an educated life, much better than what a typical peasant would receive. Nonetheless, it seemed Kolyn received the short end of the stick when it was came to inheriting. His eldest brother, Fonsay, had the rights to being the family's heir, while the second youngest, Darver, received what was left, therefore leaving Kolyn with nothing to his name but a title. And so, with nothing, Kolyn was left to blaze his own path in a world of infinite possibilities. Thankfully, the life of an adventurer was one that was extremely rewarding with lots of gold and women.

Having stayed the night in a tavern within Port Sesta, Kolyn rested his feet up on a table while his cloak covered his body. Kolyn wasn't worried too much about people disturbing him as he slept. Other than the few drunken serenades here and there, most people in the tavern kept to their own little cliques as long as you didn't give them the stink eye. Perhaps someone might've noticed his stupid expression as Kolyn dreamed of riches, but he didn't care. His family left him to decide his own future, and by Nilonne, Kolyn was going to accomplish a life worth living one way or another, with women by his side, belly full of mead and riches to his name.[/color] 

[color=mediumspringgreen][i]What in Nilonne's name is that damned ruckus?![/i][/color]

[color=gray]A loud crashing sound, followed by many more thumping and bumping nonsense stirred Kolyn from his dreamy sleep. Opening his eyes, Kolyn was witness to a woman slitting an armored man's throat, who slumped to the ground with ease. Kolyn struggled to recall the woman in the case he knew her, but the slaughter was enough to prompt Kolyn to snatch his bow from nearby. The woman said something about hiding, and two more females refused her and joined her cause to help with whatever was going on. Looking down, Kolyn had a moment of realization when he saw the soldier's heraldry, recognizing him from Ancaras from all the stories his father used to tell.[/color]

[color=mediumseagreen][b]"Off to play hero, aren't you, lasses?"[/b][/color] [color=gray]Kolyn asked, with his usual cocky yet friendly smirk.[/color] [color=mediumseagreen][b]"Not to worry, I just thought you three might would want some support from the back."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Kolyn jested as he smiled to himself like an idiot, pulling his quiver over his shoulder and picking up his bow. Perhaps by repelling these invaders, the King might give him a fat sack of gold, or maybe even some land depending on how well he fought.[/color] [color=mediumseagreen][b]"So, what's the plan, girls? I'm sure there's more than one of these fellows out there."[/b][/color] [color=gray]Kolyn explained, nudging the corpse with his foot as he looked at the woman who had flipped the table earlier. Out of all of them, she seemed to be the one in charge.[/color]

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