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Running about within the tavern, a very short brunette was helping the owner, her Uncle Bobby, deliver drinks and food. Sapphire bounced on the balls of her feet as she smiled widely at a drunk customer who now had an empty glass. [b][color=C683CA]“So you want another one right?”[/color] [/b]

The drunk man hiccuped and looked at her face, being too drunk to think properly and seeing her adorable face awaiting an answer. He of course said yes, giving the girl the money for another as she bounded over to her uncle. [b][color=C683CA]“Uncle Bobbyyyy~”[/color][/b] Saph singsonged. [b][color=C683CA]“The man over there,”[/color][/b] She pointed to the man, [b][color=C683CA]”would like another drink.”[/color][/b] Sapphire hopped up on a stool and handed her uncle the coin.

[b][i]“You almost tripped three times this time”[/i][/b] Hunt, her black wolf stated as he came to her side. He tended to lay back behind the bar out of the way while Sapphire did her thing. Sometimes sitting besides it to keep an eye on the girl to make sure she stayed out of trouble. 

[b][color=C683CA]“I’m getting better then! Quicker delivery and less almost accidents.”[/color][/b] Sapphire cheerfully said, causing Hunt to simply just look at her with an annoyed expression.

[b][i]“Maybe you slow it down and there won’t be any almost accidents, or even accidents. One of these days someone will not take to kindly to having a drink spilled on them.”[/i][/b] Hunt told her.

[b][color=C683CA]“It has been 3 days since a Sapphire accident Hunt. 3! I keep track of these things thank you very much.”[/color][/b] Sapphire watched as the drink along with other drinks for other people were set down in front of her to deliver. She listened to her instructions and nodded. [b][color=C683CA]“I’ll show you I can handle this Hunt!”[/color][/b] Sapphire told her wolf as she picked up the drinks and headed off into the crowded tavern to deliver the drinks. 

Hunt shook his head and trotted back behind the bar, lying down and hoping to not hear any commotion caused by Saph.

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Despite not wanting to go to Goldencrest, the demon annoyed and pushed her into going. So Rowyn had found herself within the group of hunters at the town that was massacred by the unknown. Walking through the town she had found herself talking to herself, or so it would seem to others if they had been paying attention to her, she was actually talking to the demon. 

[b][color=FFB90F]“What did this? Was it others like you?”[/color][/b]

[i][color=B22222]’Demons? Ha you think demons did this?. There isn’t enough blood and guts for a demon to have done this. Not enough torture either. A witch on the other hand… more likely.’[/color][/i] 

[b][color=FFB90F]“A witch… hmm more likely multiple witches if it was.”[/color][/b]

[i][color=B22222]’Yeah yeah yeah. That’s not important. The important thing is what is around you. Look at it. It’s beautiful! Why don’t you do more stuff like this?’[/color][/i]

Rowyn shook her head, disgusted by the idea. She didn’t even need to voice it to the demon, he knew that she wanted nothing to do with him or the things he liked but she was stuck with him. The rest of the time spent at Goldencrest was similar to that, the demon enjoying the view and Rowyn just numb to it and the demon’s disgusting thoughts and ideas as he spoke to her in her head.

By the time she made it back to Seren’s Folly part of her wanted to go sleep in her small home but currently the demon wasn’t shutting up so she headed to the tavern run by the man Bobby. She’d had a few conversations with him, he was friendly and helped point her in the right direction when she’d first arrived in the town years ago. 

Upon entering the tavern, Rowyn surveyed the people there until her eyes landed on one with a red stained cloth bandage. Looking to the person’s face she noticed it was someone she regularly had to hunt down to help. Shaking her head, Rowyn tied her hair back and made her way to the man. As soon as he saw her and saw the stern look she was giving him, he simply undid  his makeshift bandage to reveal his wound. It was a claw mark on his bicep, not too deep but deep enough it needed stitches. 

Pulling over a chair besides where he sat, Rowyn placed her bag on it and took out her supplies. She placed a small bowl on the chair and poured clear alcohol like substance into it before pouring a bit over her hands to clean her hands. She then grabbed the other bowl she had and out of her other bottle, she poured the soapy water she carried around. Placing a cloth in the water she made sure it was wet enough before cleaning the wound. She then poured clean water over it to get out any soap and caught the water in the bowl. Taking out the needle and suture thread, her hands skillfully threaded the needle and then dunked it into the alcohol to sterilize it. Rowyn then used a cloth and dipped it in the sterile alcohol and cleaned the first part of the claw wound before stitching it up, repeating for all other sections. She cleaned the now stitched up wound with some water, placed an herbal remedy she had on it to help fight off infections, and finally wrapped it in a cleaner cloth bandage. The man handed her a small amount of coin, despite her trying to refuse it, and thanked her as she packed up her stuff. She carried the bowls outside and dumped them, wrapping all the dirty supplies in a separate bag that went into her bag before going back in and looking for others to help.