[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

After they arrived on the hillside, the first thing they saw was a small barricade made of wagon parts. From inside, a man shouted to them, vigorously calling out to them and telling them to get in the barricade with a thick foreign accent. Albeit his explanation was... extremely vague and unsatisfactory to say the least, saying that he was naught but a humble merchant, his desperation seemed to be real. Bast had his thoughts about who the man was and was rather curious about what was his... 'business' and why it led him to that situation, but before he could even say anything, the merchant, whom was called George, was interrupted by the sound of horses approaching.

Much to Bast's surprise, the 'bad guys' as George said himself, didn't look like common bandits at all. They were very well equipped, resembling more mercenaries than common road bandits and if it wasn't enough, they were being led by a rather... exotic looking warrior, wielding two swords and eastern armor. That only further made Bast curious about what exactly was happening there.

Unfortunately, the mercenaries weren't exactly keen on the idea of talking and simply charged towards them, surrounding the barricade. But maybe that would do more harm than good for the mercenaries themselves... After all, they had a fire demoness, a kaiju and a centaur on their team... 

[color=C6DEFF]"Context, George... What exactly do you do? They don't seem like common bandits to me..."[/color] Bast said, looking to George, raising one eyebrow.

[color=C6DEFF]"I suppose that can wait... I doubt that we will have time to talk right now... After all... Our guests don't seem to be that keen on the idea of solving this like civilized gentlemen..."[/color] Bast said with a grin.

Eilidh was the first one to react. The very second one of the mercenaries got down his horse to charge at them, Eilidh herself charged towards him. It didn't matter how many times Bast saw that, he was always surprised on how Eilidh acted on the battlefield. Eilidh had the spirit of a true warrior, but she also had something more... A wild ferocity on her that could lead her to the path of being a raging berserker instead of a honorable knightess...

[color=C6DEFF]"Eilidh my dear, don't be cruel with our guests! At least give them a fighting chance!"[/color] Bast said, laughing as he watched her charging. Although it was in part just a jest, that commentary also was a way for him to delicately say her to not exaggerate. Killing should never be the first option... Besides... using exactly the necessary amount of power to deal with a situation wasn't only more honorable and graceful, but it was also efficient in a number of ways in a real battle...

Titanica, on the other hand, surprised Bast. When Bast heard her roar, he was almost sure that she would simply let out that powerful breath once again and rampage, but instead, she was holding back... well... At least as much as she could, seeing as a simple punch had sent one of the mercenaries flying.

He was also interested to see how Vară would fight, especially after her bold introduction back on the guild as the heiress of a fire demon clan. It was rather amusing to see how people acted when facing those matters. Some displayed their power, simply obliterating everything that dared to attack them, others held back, some believed that it was a sign of respect to their enemy to always give everything they got...

[color=C6DEFF]"Well... I suppose I need to do something as well... I don't want to leave all the hard work to these lovely ladies, am I right?"[/color] Bast said with a smirk as he walked forward, deflecting a blow from a warrior with his sword cane with a swift and agile movement while giving a sharp strike with the sheathed sword cane in the warrior's knee, making him lose his balance before regaining it shortly after. Bast's movements were graceful, calculated. He moved himself only enough to evade an attack, always in graceful and fluid motions. Counter attacking in the same time he dodged, feints, dodges, attacks, lunges... The way he fought resembled almost a dance.

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[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

Returning to Ambran made Freyr remember the city from the last request. It was just as he remembered, bustling with people, sounds and smells. Even though it was the second time, it still surprised him and it took a while for him to adapt to so many things happening at once. But he had to admit that the place had a certain... charm to it. Sure, Freyr himself preferred the forests, but still, he was curious about towns & etc.

As they walked through the streets, he saw a most unusual sight. A man and a woman wearing very formal clothes, of the type he would expect to see in a ball or being used by nobles, but surprisingly enough, these people were... rummaging through garbage...

Freyr didn't knew that much about human culture, but it didn't matter how many times he looked at that scene, he couldn't help but to think that there was something wrong with that... Especially how both of them were talking, formal and polite and even though... They seemed to be incredibly entertained by that garbage they were rummaging through... Ignoring them, just as the weird people said themselves... was not an easy task.

[color=8dc73f]"I... I'm sorry to interrupt you..."[/color] Freyr said, not sure about what exactly were they doing.
[color=8dc73f]"But we indeed are from the guild... Is everything... ok?"[/color] Freyr asked, curious but at the same time, extremely confused by that bizarre scene.

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