At one of the many tables within the Silver Piglet tavern establishment, center aisle and directly West of the building's entrance, sat Victoria by her lonesome and her equipment sprawled about upon, more than a quarter, of the table's surface. Her backpack took precedence over one of the remaining seats surrounding the circular platform, essentially leaving three more vacant. Though Victoria was both observant and considerate; her eyes would dart away from her work now and then and study the patrons within the tavern, along with those outgoing and arriving, noting their movements and anticipating their trajectories. It was just in case if a group of explores decided to rally at her table, prompting her if that moment came so she could relinquish one of the seats. Although it was unlikely anyone would bother her at her claimed spot. The tavern was quite tame at this time of day and only a dozen or so patrons were present. As such, the number of open seats and unclaimed tables were considerably plentiful.

Victoria took a moment to down a portion of the alcoholic brew, still bubbling and accumulating froth, within her glass mug.

She had just gotten back from a solo expedition not too long ago. Her task, as of week ago, was charting a few possible paths leading Westward, particularly into a thick forest-rich and unmapped sector called Dalton. A temporary name really; only a placeholder picked by an earlier group who had discovered the untouched area. The job itself was fairly easy and paid well enough. She was there evaluating the density of the forests, the flora and fauna that inhabited those woods, and the safest clearing to venture through. For five days, she would camp back near familiar and already established roads before venturing around those, notably dark, woods and only briefly probing further to gander at the topography and biology behind the imposing foliage.

Unfortunately, there was very little regarding the out of the ordinary where she researched. No new plants or undiscovered species were present at the time she wandered around. Perhaps the only thing that did capture her interest was a segment of the forest which was consumed by what appeared to be a thick and complex tendril-like mass of thorns and vines. Upon stumbling across the natural fortification, it had intrigued her about how silent the woods had become, how the sounds of the wind nor the cries of smaller creatures suddenly died down. The atmosphere had become quite eerier, to say the least. But Victoria knew better than to venture any further, especially without any back-up. From there, she and turned and left the way she came. After a day of travel, she arrived at the town of Malston and beelined to the nearest and only tavern, the Silver Piglet, to recuperate and finalize her report.

Victoria picked up one of the articles of paper she had doodled and notated on before referring to a large map spread out on the table, detailing the explored regions and, to a lesser extent -- which was a nice way of saying empty and completely white; the unexplored and mostly-empty Dalton area. Upon conferring with her notes and pinpointing her search area, she scribbled another couple of paragraphs of detail into her report. Victoria, undoubtedly still exhausted from her trip, placed the feather pen within its inkpot and eased her self into a stretched within her seat before finally exiting a yawn. Looking back at her mug with almost tired eyes, she noticed it had been thoroughly emptied with only a handful of froth resting and dispersing at the bottom. She perked up and waved down one of the roaming waitresses.

[color=f7976a]"Another round, please!"[/color]