Nenatalev
Floor 4/Angel's Rest/Level 24
*Pang* was always a sound Nenatalev liked. It was the sound of hammer hitting anvil, and occasionally fist hitting face. Both of which were to be loved, in Nena's eyes. In both instances, it was the sound of effort, and the sound that promised future victory. *Pang* was heard one last time, and then the ingot she was hammering on lit up and transformed into an axe. Quite well made, because she was awesome like that, and enough to fill her daily qouta, for blacksmithing. She traded it to the customer, got the money in exchange, and then followed him out and locked up. The Shop hadn't really changed since her ordeal with the Gorge some time ago, as cloth still covered everything. But, she was slightly more whole minded these days.
Changing from the cute maid apron that would be used to entice her male customers and con a better price with, Nena equipped the Ass-Kicker set, and then headed to a teleporter to go check out the new floor. She wasn't a front liner, or a clearer, or anything like that, so she hadn't seen it and was quite curious - not that she slouched on her leveling either, however, gathering her own mateirals always brought her face to face with uglies, so she made sure to pack some fire power. She was a fox girl with a Smithy and an enjoyment of punching people when the occasion called for it. And said occasion called often, and loudly.
"Teleport, Angels Rest" she exclaimed, letting the game take her to the new town, and all the splendor it possessed.