[@DragonofTheWest] #Izabel
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Izabel slipped out from under her bedding. The icy chill of the everwinter biting at her exposed skin once again.  A familiar feeling. She soaked it in for a moment, and then began to cloth. Wrapping her fitted leather armor around her, tightening it, pushing her heavy breasts to her chest. She felt right again. Emblazoned with blue dye, it matched her eyes. She pulled her dull orange hair up into a pony tail and slipped on her large dire wolf fur coat.

Two coin to stay in the pub tonight. Her first stop in Adaria, a steal it seemed at the time. And now she knew why. The sound of yelling and fighting in the bar rung through her room like a dying vorntbeast. 

[color=00aeef]"You get what you pay for idiot."[/color] she said under her breath. 

Outside she heard a call for fighters to join the war. She wasn't that stupid, or that desperate. Not yet. She had got by on odd jobs well enough. Killing a darkuz here, slaying a group of bandits there. It's the way she liked it really, but everyday it seemed more and more likely that everyone in the kingdoms would have to join a side. [color=00aeef]"I'd quicker return to Baldafik,"[/color] she thought to herself, a smile came across her face as she finished putting on her boots, the ridiculousness of her own thoughts pushed their way out and she chuckled.

She picked her bag up off the floor and removed her greataxe from its clasps, making her way out the door and down the stairs, resolute to remove herself from this dung hole and find a job, so that she could wake up somewhere a little less rambunctious. 

She passed a stunning woman and a dwarf as she past the corner. Some type of prostitute by the look of her. The dwarf wasn't exactly handsome, but had equipment that looked fitting of a Gerndorth, probably a Mountain Tank if the scars on his face were any tell. The thought of one of their super warriors having to pay coin for pleasure brought a smile to her face. This wasn't a strongehold, his accomplishments as a warrior didn't mean shit to the rest of the world. They were equals here, except she didn't have to pay for a good fuck.

She walked down the stairs, another sight to behold. A small brawl between an armored man and a patron. Yawn. She walked by pushing herself through the door. On the other side were two soldiers, probably coming to check on the noise. She attempted to pass between them, without making eye contact. The last thing she needed was questions on where her battleaxe came from.