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Busy streets, bustling wares... the Hero's District was known for a lot of things. Adventurers of all specialties and of all ages come here to prove their might against the unknown, to break their limits, or even just earn an extra sack of coins for whatever purpose they desperately need. This was the noisy district of up and coming heroes of Priestella, a place to get famous fast at the risk of your life and quite possibly your sanity.

This was the everyday life of Eristaria Heighen, one of the surviving Oni immigrants from Gusteko's demon village... or so people think. Trudging through the cobblestone pavement were her bloodied boots and along said ground was a sack leaving a bloody, stinky trail. Normally this is what adventurers go through to claim a reward for a monster hunt, they would often use a sack and take an ear or head of a certain monster by request. Eris however, had carried two sacks on each of her hands with the left carrying the larger of the two. This was normal around this district so regulars and veterans didn't get too weirded out by the Oni's antics.

[i][b]"For an elf... she's pretty strong..."[/b][/i] Whispered one of the new adventurers near Eris before she stopped in front of him. One of the regulars elbowed his gut, causing him to gasp and cough before he pats him on the back. [b]"I-It's okay Eris... h-he's new. Probably just joking around..."[/b] He was nervous too... most of these people know what happens when you call this particular demon girl, an elf.

[color=8B008B]"Is that so?"[/color] A mature, womanly voice came from the lady before she walked a bit closer to them, her pretty amethyst orbs just staring down every inch of the newbie's body before he was forced to stand up straight. [b]"Y-yeah. I'll make sure he won't say it again."[/b] Of course having a birth defect would give people the wrong idea. Eris remembered the time she was first traversing this district, harassed by the adventurers at the time for having "knife-ears", she tried to ignore it, she tried to be nice but they wouldn't stop. So she snapped and created a ruckus on one part of the district. She doesn't see them around anymore, either out of fear or they were truly out of commission in more ways that one, she didn't mind the less people to point out, the better.

With a sigh, she gave the gesture to carry on and walked past the Gulendam Adventurer's Guild to something much more shady. Just a few buildings ahead of the guild lies an inn with a wolf's head. People in this district know it as the Black Wolf Tavern, a questionable inn full of unsavory-looking characters looking to snatch at your money if you're not careful, recognizing the smell of smoke and ale she entered it immediately and dropped the larger sack in front of a tall, dark skinned bartender who was currently cleaning one of the mugs his "patrons" vomited in. [color=8B008B]"Grom."[/color] She greeted lazily as a small mug of ale slid in her general direction for her to receive and take a gulp.

[b]"Eris."[/b] The big bartender replied.

The Oni downed half her drink and opened up the sack, giving him a full view of the bloodied contents which was full of Ulgarm ears and heads and that includes the big ones.

[color=8B008B]"Same price as usual. I even got the big ones this time and nearly got a couple of newbies killed trying to hunt them down."[/color] The other sack, she kept to herself, gripping it with her right.

[b]"Oh? You actually kept some adventurers alive this time."[/b] Eris didn't know whether Grom was being sarcastic or genuine, it was hard to tell coming from his rough monotone voice.

[color=8B008B]"I showed them what they can do and they gave results, even if it was a near death experience."[/color] Finishing the mug. [color=8B008B]"I'll be coming back tomorrow, see if someone else wants some weird Witchfiend ears and heads."[/color]She held her hand up and on cue, Grom gave a heavier sack of coins to her. The loud jingle and jangle of the coins was music to her ears and with a small smile, walked out the door to a reasonably sized house near the inn she exited from to which she opened up the front door and threw the right-equipped sack onto an empty pile of bloodied sacks in the corner of her messy living room. She didn't feel like taking a break at the moment and just shut the door the same way she did.

The only problem now was... what to do? With a lot of time to spare, I'm sure she could find someone in this district that doesn't involve bullying someone just because of her ears.