Though for some the morning rays of sun doubtlessly shone upon them with comfortable warmth, or at least a pleasant and natural radiance, no sunbeams gladdened the heart of the figure in the field. To onlookers, the features of the person hobbling among the rows of crops, bucket in hand, could not be seen beneath her blue, hooded raincoat—aside from the fairly obvious fact of her sex. Even her face lay mostly hidden beneath long strands of red hair. Nevertheless, Belle Osburn seemed totally unbothered by the heat and apparent lack of rain. Instead, she looked thoroughly committing to scattering compost from her bucket into the soil and poking it in with a thin oak staff.

When at last she'd gone between every stretch of the field and ingrained the dirt with fertilizing nutrients, Belle made her way from the field, exchanging the filthy bucket for a new one and leaving the staff to lean against the fence. As somber as ever, she trudged down the road, avoiding the eyes of any villagers she came across. By now, the townsfolk knew Belle to be a quiet and reticent young woman, and did not trouble her with any more intrusion than genial 'good morning's. Tanjozo's main well lay smack in the center of the village, but Belle spurned the streets leading there, instead making her slow, methodical way to a closer and more convenient source of water: Cuttlefish Bathhouse.

A few moments before Belle would have reached the threshold, the Librarium disgorged its thunderclap of sound, resulting shockwave, and a miasma of multicolored smog. The impact of the blast on her ears and bones caused Belle to jump in surprise, crying out in alarm as she did, and accidentally throw her bucket a few meters away. By the time her heart's pounding descended to a more normal level, the bucket had begun to roll down a sloped street. Cursing beneath her breath, Belle abandoned her usual reserved solemnity to chase after the object, and ran with arms outstretched to it while it clunk-clunk-clunked down the road.

Only a few seconds later, the rogue bucket hit a stone in the road and flew off course, veering into a grassy little ditch where it came to an abrupt halt. Belle stooped down and retrieved it, the strain making her realize how tired she felt. To be fair, she had been up since before dawn, and the advent of the midday sun would end her work for the day on account of heat, but still she felt disappointed in herself that she couldn't weather the fatigue any better. She straightened herself up again, brushed the hair out of her eyes with her knuckles to settle beneath her hood, and sat down on the opposite side of the ditch. A stream of clean, mildly scented water flowed down the miniature half-pipe, headed from the bathhouse at the top of the slight hill to eventually empty into Blumen Pond, way downhill in the midst of a great many trees. Belle slipped off her boots and immersed her sore feet into the little stream. In a few minutes she'd head up to the bathhouse to request some clean water, but for now she contented herself with watching the colorful clouds sweep over Tanjozo with a silent, vacant face.

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Whimsicott@Major Ursa@Cuccoruler@Arisphadrel (SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT D:)

Sarah giggled softly when Emil mentioned the rabbits again, "Thanks Emil, Appreciate it a lot." She told him smiling. Grabbing her cart she turned to face him once more, "Be careful around those rabbits. I heard they're growing bigger everyday." She told him, laughing as she started off towards her shop which wasn't actually that far from Emil's...stand? Carpet? Whatever. "See you at the craft show, Emil!" She called out as she walked on. It didn't take her long to reach her shop, thankfully. The young Elven girl was tired and at this point wanted nothing more than to rest. Sighing she shoved her cart full of various ores and rocks into a shed in the back of the building and locked it, not that anyone really had any use for raw ore around her other than herself, but you never could be to careful.

At that point she decided what better way to relax than to take a long soak in the bathhouse, that..and she was kinda hungry and was curious to see what Trouv was selling today. Before she walked to the bathhouse she sat the chipsqueak that had made a valiant escape from the Librarium down on the porch of her shop, "Stay safe little guy, don't let Kotoe getcha again." She told it, giggling. And with that she made her way to the Cuttlefish Bathhouse, which already had quite the gathering of people in it. Either, everyone decided to relax in the hot baths below at once, or they were after what Trouv had cooked today. "Afternoon, everyone." She told them, smiling. She took a glance at what Trouv had prepared for today, though she didn't get in Roosevelt's way, she simply glanced around him.

Turning to Kotoe she grinned, "What exploded this time?" She asked her.

She never understood all of the hell that went on when she left her store, but that was pretty normal for a witch in general. Pulling out the fifty coin to pay for her bath, she was surprised to find that Trouv was actually offering her more than a simple bath at his expense. ...Well, she couldn't very well disagree to it, so she slowly nodded her head and cleared her throat at it. It wasn't normal to her to be...shown explicit kindness, since she didn't interact much outside of her business... Ah? Taking hold of the bath token, a small notion of thanks was given, though she seemed to be interrupted to a degree with what looked like the majority of the town flooding in just then. Clearing her throat and taking up the token, she was just about to head into the baths before her name was called once more and cause her to turn around on her heel and come to see...Ah. Sarah. The one that kept trying to set her damn Chipsqueaks free.

"...A concoction for one of the locals. They requested a draught to attempt to fix some damages their crops sustained from the last storm that came round. One of my pet Chipsqueaks got a bit too curious and dumped half a bottle of explosive slime into the pot, and the Librarium is now currently airing out since people know not to go in there when horrible earth-rumbling explosions come from the roof. I'm going to go jump in the bath now, since Trouv was nice enough to give me a fair few things on his end. If you see any of the little furballs, usher them home. They're not like normal Chipsqueaks, so they'd probably not do well outside of the town without instruction."

With that spoken and said and done, Kotoe's two crystals blazed and crystallized the slime atop them to clear the sticky mess off at the same time, leaving the Songs of Fire and Ice to follow behind the otherwise befuddled witch as she went to go and change into a bathing suit provided by the Bathhouse in order to get this mess off of her body. Down the stairs, first one to the left -- the Selkie Tub. The spreading of oils and Lemon Salt alike would lead to a sweeter fragrance before she unceremoniously dropped herself into the bath. Time to wash away the grime and the pain...Ha.~

Slow and steady a wagon rolled along the road to Tanjozo. A simple merchant at its front steered the chestnut mare along the path towards the prospect of business. In the back of the wagon, amongst the various wares, was an elven woman who lay fast sleep. As payment for providing a number of fine furs and hides, the merchant offered her free transport to the village. Her face was gentle yet she appeared weary from her travels. It was clear that she was exhausted for despite the shaking of the wagon along the uneven road she remained fast asleep. Once Tanjozo was in sight the merchant gave the elven girl a soft nudge to rouse her from her slumber. "Nila, wake up. We're almost there", the man whispered as he tried to get his traveling companion to look forward. "Ugh I'm up, I'm up", the elven woman said reluctantly as she sat up in the wagon. The merchant pointed ahead to the village as he added, "Won't be long now, you know you never did say why you wanted to come here".

Nila remained silent for only a moment, hesitant to answer truthfully. She'd been traveling with Lambert, the merchant, for over a day now but they've worked together for about a week. Even so, Nila still wasn't sure she could trust the man. "Just looking for adventure is all. I'd like to see more of the world. Who knows, I might even stay here if I like it enough", Nila eyed the slowly approaching village with wondrous eyes. The possibility of starting anew here caused her to grow more and more in excitement.

The wagon came to a halt by the village marketplace. Nila hopped out of the wagon, bow in hand and her bag on her back she walked over the side of the wagon where Lambert sat to say goodbye. "Well Nila, tis been a pleasure workin' with you. Honestly, I wish you'd stay and help out with the business. Never seen finer tanned leather before in my life", Lambert held out his and which Nila grasped firmly, shaking it with a smirk on her face. "Ma serannas(Thank you), Lambert. Best of luck to you and your business", with their farewells said, the two parted ways as Lambert rode off towards the next town over, leaving Nila standing in the middle of the street at the outskirts of the village market. "Damn, I should have asked where everything was in this town. Time to look around for an Inn I suppose", Nila scanned the market for someone who looked to be leaving. Everyone was either selling, buying, or conversing with another. Nila already felt somewhat out of place amongst all these people. For a long time she'd been living on her own and now to suddenly be at the center of a busy trade village, it was a little disorienting to say the least.

Walking through the market was pointless, she didn't have a single guilder to her name and selling her bow was not an option. All she had in her bag was a sleeping bag and a change of clothes. Whatever food she got was from working for Lambert but now that source of sustenance was gone. "Maybe I should just look through the buildings. One of them has to be an Inn or tavern", Nila thought to herself as she eyed the various buildings in the village. Finally coming upon a decision, she headed towards one of them, completely unaware that it was the bathouse. Opening the door, the young elf stuck her head through to peek at the inside. Still unsure she entered the building to get a better look at the interior. "Yep. I'm terribly lost", she said to herself as she stood their confused as all hell as to what this establishment was for.

Pisco having been at his desk working for some time looked at the clock and saw it was time. He stored the things on the desk away and went to another part of his house. He began loading barrels, bottles, and other miscellaneous objects to bring to the craft show. After all it would be good for business and there’s nothing wrong with having an extra bit of cash in the coffers. But most it gave him something to do.

Arriving an hour ahead of the scheduled time to the grounds he began offloading all the stuff he packed. The area was bare but filled with the other merchants and craftsmen all assembling their stands. Lowering two hovering platforms with all the stuff he pack down the ground he would then assemble a small tent that would be his stand and arrange all the decorations and product. By the time he was finished the area around him looked less bare and more complete. He sat down on a folding chair and waited.

The area would promptly be filled with the chatter of people and their footsteps as they walked around from area to another and music from the musicians playing and the smell of various foodstuffs all cooking under the lazy late noon sun.

Cia had made it to the festival a little late. She had to take care of one of her pigs to prepare some meat for the festival. She figured many people would be happy to buy the pork she had with her today since many of them would be running low on meat at some point. "Selling fresh meat! And your daily vegetables!" Cia yelled out to the crowd as she walked around the craft fair with her cart behind her. Cia was as happy and shining as always.

"Who want's some meat and veggies!? I know some of you must want some!" Cia said smiling to herself as one of the merchants came up to buy some of her goods. She really was a cute girl. Due to her currently being as happy as she was her bear ears were out. Some people looked at her strangely for it while others just approached her as if it made her even cuter. Cia had sold about half of her goods after the first wave of customers. After that it slowed down a bit for her.

Nila had spent most of the day exploring the village. Having never visited an outsider village, all this was quite strange for her as she wandered the streets looking for some place of lodging. At some point in the day it seemed as though the village began to prepare for some kind of festivity as decorations had begun to be put up. The clan held celebrations, of course, but nothing like this. As she thought of home, Nila remembered the night the clan celebrated its choosing of a new sage. Bonfires were lit around the encampment and her clansmen threw various sands into the fires, each turning the flames a different color. There was feasting, dancing, storytelling, and displays of magic throughout the night. Nila began to wonder and hope that these people's celebrations were as lively as her kin.

"Before I do anything, I should probably find shelter", if she had to, Nila could comfortably sleep outside but she'd hoped to blend in as best she could for the time being. Looking on her own was pointless so reluctantly the elf had to ask a villager for help. After a brief conversation, one she hadn't paid much attention to, the villager pointed Nila to the Dead Horse Inn. After thanking the man, Nila quickly headed towards the tavern, tired beyond belief she plopped herself onto a chair and placed her bag on the table. Sorting through her things she began to wonder if she had anything to cover the cost of a room. "The Heart is obviously not for sale. Maybe some furs? Perhaps I can work for my stay? This is a tavern, Nila. They've no need for hunters...if only I knew to brew", Nila dropped her head onto the table, sullen over the fact that she'd most likely be spending the night on the streets. Sleeping in the woods was fine, the village streets and alleys was another thing.

A waiter came up to the elven girl who was sitting down. He said to her, "Hey there, what can I get to you?"

Pisco was waiting for more people as he sat at his stand. There was a lull and he was going to take advantage of it as he got up and went away from his stand. He just began to wander around the grounds. And he would continue to wander until he heard something rumbling. Seems someone's live stock got loose as they came running through the grounds. A handful of cattle running as a hapless boy came chasing after them.

Sarah had long since taken her bath and made it back to her house/forge, she had orders to fill. Clanging could be heard for hours on in until the crafts show drowned it out. Panting slightly she wiped the sweat from her brow and looked out of the window, "Ah..going to be late.." She sighed. Pouring water over the hot coals of the forge she made her way out of her forge to the stockroom. Pocketing a few small diamonds she had been lucky enough to happen upon she exited the building, locking the door behind her.

It was a shame she didn't have any weapons or armor to sell due to the orders she had, but she would have a few cut diamonds to sell, so that was a thing. Grabbing a tarp from the back to use as a makeshift stand she made her way to the crafts show, or tried, almost getting trampled by a herd of cattle. "What the hell?" She muttered under her breath. First chipsqueaks run rampant, now cows. She watched dumbfounded by the scene as cattle ran towards the crafts show grounds. "Oh well..not my problem." She mumbled and continued on her way.

She found a spot not inhabited by cattle trampling and laid the tarp out, placing the diamonds on said tarp. She never really had set prices, usually whatever price a person would pay that sounded fair was good to her. "Cut diamonds for sale! Price negotiable!" She shouted, or tried to shout, over the sound of 'moo' and people angry at cows. She glared at the four legged beasts, for once she hated animals. Seeing as it was evident she wouldn't sell anything until the cattle were dealt with, and she wasn't a rancher, she gathered up her things and decided to go to the tavern for a drink.

Walking around the cows and what they oh so generously left behind she made it to the Dead Horse Inn. Her eyes almost immediately saw Nila, Another Elf? Kind of rare around here..I thought most of the tribes kept to themselves.. She thought to herself. Curiously she walked over to the table she was at and sat down, judging by the fact she was carrying a bow she was either a hunter or an archer, neat.

"Um. Hi. I haven't seen you in town before, need help with anything?" She asked her, almost completely ignoring the waiter save for glancing over at them.
@TheDarkTemplar

It was a lot of work making sure all the customers were taken care of. Seemed today was National Bathhouse Day, or a stream of luck had hit the establishment. In all the two months since he had arrived, Trouv had never seen the Cuttlefish Bathhouse so crowded. Tanjozo was rather small, after all, and people didn't just come to the bathhouse to clean, they came to cleanse themselves. There was also the church for when everyone needed to cleanse their sins, but the church didn't have better-than-dreaming desserts available to its patrons. The Bathhouse didn't either, but they had barely-edible treats on good days, and lemon salt baths. Luckily, eventually, the bathhouse family woke up and took over the counter, letting Trouv close up shop for the rest of the day and wander for a little bit outside. He needed some fresh air, as the steam began to carry into the lobby once the baths were heated further.

Hearing the sound of voices nearby, Nila was stirred from her sleep. Raising her head up off the table she groggily looked around for whoever it was that was speaking to her. Her eyes first landed on the waiter, apparently he'd asked her if she wanted anything. "Do you have anything for free? If so I'll take all of it", she said hoping oh so badly that they had something, anything really. Feeling her bow leaning beside her, Nila contemplated the option of hunting tonight. "I could probably find some beavers or badgers, maybe some deer even if I'm lucky", she thought to herself as she looked away from the waiter to notice another elf sitting across from her. Surprised, Nila jumped in her chair before calming down and letting out a slight chuckle. "Aneth ara, falon. You're right to assume I'm new, I arrived earlier today but unfortunately I've nothing to earn lodging here...oh Ir abelas, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nila, formerly of Clan Valenriel", Nila's face became dejected upon saying those words. She remembered the clan and all she'd left behind. But she also remembered why and what she was to do now, bringing some modicum of happiness back to her.

"All I can give with that is just water and some information." the waiter said with a drawl. He got up and left and would soon return with an ice cold glass of water that gleamed in the dimness with all those dots of condensation. "There you go ma'am," he said , "As for the second part. Well if you need a job it don't hurt much to look around. Here we could always use more dishwashers and servers. But if that ain't your cup of tea and you like something more active I hear the Sentinels are look for more recruits. If you decide to join they might cut you some slack to help speed up the recruitment process."

Pisco who was caught dead center of the mini stampede ran like hell to a side. But not before he grabbed a small child almost tackling him of from the main avenue. After the dust cleared up both literally and figuratively there was one big concerto of mooing as the animals collectively meandered. Dropping the crying kid to someone who looked like his mother he ran off back to his stall. A bunch of them were already crowding up the area. Some kid began to ride ride into the scene with a hapless look on his face. "I'M SO-SORRY EVERYONE!" he yelled as he yelled at the cattle and tried to herd them back to no avail.

@TheDarkTemplar@Jerkchicken

Sarah arched a brow as the groggy woman in front of her held her head up, she didn't know she was asleep or she wouldn't have bothered her. But a table was really no place to sleep in the first place. She frowned slightly as she answered the waiter, it was obvious she had little to no money. It was soon made apparent why from what she understood of what was said to her. Despite being an Elf she spoke all of none of Elvish seeing as she was raised by a human and not by Elves. She nodded slowly, "I'm Sarah, local smith, nice to meet you." She told her, smiling warmly.

She wondered what it was like, being part of a clan, formerly or not. She knew almost nothing of Elven culture, what she did know from when she was a kid long forgotten. "You're from a clan, huh? That's neat." She told her, genuinely intrigued at the idea. "I don't..speak Elvish either. Kinda lived here all my life, long story." She added nervously.

"You know, if you need a placd to stay I have room at my place?" She offered. The waiter soon came by with water for Nila and job information. With the waiter back she decided to take this opportunity to order something to eat before heading back for the crafts show, turning to him she spoke "If you have it, can I get a baked potato and a glass of ale?" She then turned to Nila, "What about you? Surely you're hungry after such a long trip?" She asked her.

Cia was smiling and talking to a customer when she saw a herd heading straight for her vegtable stand. "No-No! You are not ruining my vegtables!" Cia yelled at the cows, he fists clenched and before anyone could say something she had taken off her cloths. She knew what was going to happen if she transformed with her cloths on. They would get ruined. Once her cloths were on the ground and just before the cows reached her she got on all fours transforming into her bear form fully. She was huge much larger than any normal bear.

Cia let out a roar making the cows come to a stop scared. However they didn't seem to run, Cia was an intimidating presence, atleast she was intimidating enough to command respect from the cows who just started to walk back to their pen as Cia herded them back. Once all was done she headed back to her cart and transformed back to human before putting her cloths back on. "I really don't like having to do that in public you know." Cia said looking back at the kid who was in charge of the animals. "Just be more careful in the future alright?" Cia added trying not to get angry at the kid.

A look of surprise came appeared on Nila's face. At first she'd assumed Sarah to belong to a clan but to hear she was a native...it was interesting to say the least. Nila's eyes lit up once she realized this was perfect for her. Not only was Sarah familiar with the town she'd also be able to help her find what she was looking for, plus it wouldn't hurt to see a familiar face around town. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to be a bother?", she replied to Sarah's offer. It was bad enough that she was offering her a place to stay but on top of that Sarah was not offering her a meal as well. As grateful as she was, Nila hated having to rely on others for help. Growing up with the clan she was always the strong lone wolf yet she enjoyed the company of others all the same.

"Ma ser-", Nila stopped herself, remembering Sarah knew no elvish. "Thank you, Sarah. I'm in your debt", she said before turning to the waiter, "I'll have the same". Nila glanced back at her bow, wondering if it was possible at this hour. The waiter had said that the Sentinels were taking recruits. Nila could only guess the Sentinels were the protectors of this village, perhaps they'd find use for an archer or a scout. There was another option, though it might be more work than its worth. Nila did have skills in leathermaking, she could start up a small business but she'd need to get set up with the proper tools and such. However, all that could wait till tomorrow, tonight was meant for getting to know what she'd call home.

@TheDarkTemplar

Sarah smiled, "No bother at all, I have plenty of room at my place. Having a guest for a while might not be such a bad thing either." She replied. "You're welcome, in exchange, you can teach me Elvish. Always wanted to learn it, though, there aren't very many books on it around here." She replied on the topic of her being in debt to her. She didn't want to make her have to pay her back or anything, something as simple as that would do nicely, besides it would be interesting having another Elf around town. "Do you have any particular questions you'd like to ask about Tanjozo?" She asked her, "I'll of course show you around town tomorrow too if you want." She added. She wondered absent mindedly if the cow situation was taken care of, then decided it wouldn't matter seeing as she was currently involved in talking to Nila. She'd just sell her wares some other time, who knows some wealthy guy might show up and want her to encrust his sword or something.

For Belle, the slow morning only dragged on. The clouds lofted away, her feet grew clammy, and in a final bid to break up the monotony she took a detour to Tanjozo's main well to get water before making her way back to the farm. The memory of her peaceful moment in the cool, fragrant ditch by the road passed away into nothing, and she worked slowly but with a steady vigor at her tasks in the fields of her employer. Alongside her toiled landowner Levi Richmond himself, his characteristic white bandana soaking up the sweat that trickled between his silver-brown hair. His son Emile, who by now cheerfully called Belle 'sis' though no familial bond linked them, labored also. With careful precision, the three fertilized the fields with compost, making sure that the nutrients lay buried and accessible to their growing crops in the weeks to come. When noon rolled around, the trio retired, lamenting that they'd chosen to work past the opportune time but secure in the fact that fewer chores awaited them in the afternoon. Belle, of course, remained quiet, but among these people she sported a certain ease found in her nowhere else. Even if she merely worked for these people, they treated her like family. Sometimes, it took a great deal of willpower to suppress a contented smile.

Compared to the tiring toil of the morning, the afternoon's tasks proved to be a vastly different sort. The wife of the family, Hilde, and her brother, who always asked that Belle call him 'Uncle Angus', shared a trade: weaving. Whether cloth or plant fibers, they could create all manner of useful material, from children's dolls to sturdy wicker baskets so tight that water couldn't escape them. When the time came, Belle, Emile, Hilde, and Uncle Angus gathered all that the two weavers made for the last few weeks and set off down the road to where the craft fair would take place.

The group arrived just before the official start time, and hurried to set up the 'stall'. They worked together to lay out a trio of brightly-patterned blankets on the grass, set up a stool, and array the wares all over the blankets. Without a word necessary, Belle seated herself on the shopkeeper's stool, a tiny basket slung around her shoulders ready to receive money. A while ago, the Richmond family discovered Belle's strangely effective affinity for managing a shop: her odd appearance and mannerisms would attract the wandering eye, and any who came near enough would her her tranquil but weirdly intense insistence, “Buy something.” Though not quite to the level of threatening, this common request came out rather compelling. One would not be faulted for thinking Belle to be some mystic, whose dolls, quilts, mats, jars, and baskets held some elusive, special attribute. After the others left to explore the craft fair, which Belle exhibited no interest in, sales occurred with a pleasing regularity. That is, until the cows arrived.

When her dull eyes beheld the stampeding cattle, her lips parted with an irritated sigh. Her silent but accusing disgust at the situation did not seem quite enough to enable her to take action, but fortunately another attendee of the craft show decided to do so instead. Belle looked on, perplexed, as Cia stripped in front of the entire assembly before suddenly and messily transforming into a massive, monstrous bear. Belle continued to watch, mouth slightly agape in surprise but her eyes in their usual near-shut position, giving her the appearance of lazy shock. When the excitement subsided and Cia turned back, apparently ignoring all of the eyes on her as she put her clothes back on, Belle lost interest. “More like freak show,” she muttered, and set her eyes on a little girl nearby. “Hey. Buy something.” The girl approached and bent down over a sheep doll, one with real wool stitched to the cloth core.

Kresnik leaned back in his chair, gently rocking himself with one leg that pressed against his oak desk while the other leg was crossed beneath it. His violet eyes were half-closed, boredom written upon his beautiful face. Kresnik did not know what to do, for he spent the majority of his time living in his clinic, a hermit awaiting the needs of the hurt and wounded. Propped against the desk was his sword, a physical manifestation of his previous life. It was an oddity for him, a self-proclaimed doctor, to be wielding such a weapon; yet his entire existence revolved around him wearing it at his side, despite that life being long and far behind him. It was awkward to not have its weight on him at all times, and awkward still to not possess such a fine and unique weapon in his presence.

A life of eternal danger and death... a life he wished dearly to never miss.

"Peace..." the dhampir lamented, alone within his homestead. "An uneasy transition for one such as myself." Kresnik knew himself to be a warrior, to put his very life at stake for the sake of those around him. No... for the thrill, the excitement, the undeniable power over life and death; even undeath could not escape his shadow, he knew, for he was death's true harbinger. The change and transition from his previous life to this new existence was unsettling and unusual. Korvania, his homeland and keepsake, fell into darkness. The citizens cower in their homes and forsake their freedoms to those more powerful; the powerful crushing the hopes and dreams of individuality for the sake of power itself. Vampires, papists, and the monsters that lurked in the dreams and nightmares of the Korvani people warred for what seemed to be aeons, struggling for control. That was not a life Kresnik could endure any longer.

After a moment of being lost in contemplation, Kresnik took notice of the rumbling of the ground and cacophony of mooing. With a sigh, he strapped his sword to his right hip and began his way outside. Upon opening the door, he took notice that the entire situation was handled rather quickly, with one woman-- Cia, was it?-- moving away, quite nude, from a young farm boy. Kresnik shook his head, running a hand through his thick white mane. "I was hoping someone would be hurt," he stated cynically, a dark jest at his own expense. The village doctor walked around to ensure nobody was hurt, his right hand resting comfortable upon the hilt of his sword; a habit from the days of old.

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Cia took a deep breath after returning to her cloths again. She turned to see the doctor the town near by. She walked by him with her cart behind her. "You liked that didn't you?" Cia said to him with an innocent smile on her face. She wasn't really embarrassed by getting naked or anything. Honestly it was the whole people seeing her transform into a bear that would have embarrassed her more if it weren't for her secret being even worse. "If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it." Cia added to him, now standing right infront of him. Truth was she had always felt a slight interest in the man. She never quite knew why, maybe it was due to him being half vampire, while she was a werebear. She never did quite understand it.

@Cuccoruler

Kresnik glanced at Cia as she appeared, his violet eyes now guarded with suspicion. Her innocent smile gnawed at him, the feeling dwelling within his chest vexing him. However, the dhampir shoved it all aside, keeping his expression stoic and stern. Despite his aloof demeanor, he did appreciate the sight of her and even enjoyed her presence, dressed or not. Nevertheless, he did not appreciate such thoughts or feelings, and discarded them without a second thought. Korvania taught him that such emotions were a weakness for a warrior; Tanjozo taught him detachment in the pursuit of healing. It didn't take Cia long to intercept his path to fully garner his attention, though.

"If you ever need any veggies let me know, I have plenty of lettuce and beets as of late, I'm sure you could find a use for it."

It took Kresnik a moment to see her generous offer. Though the village was rife with business, the Sunrise Clinic rarely received much attention aside from a few medicines here and there, and very rarely medical attention that didn't involve a scrape or shallow cut. His funds were low and his food mainly came in donations from those unable to afford his medicines and practice. Even his stores of medicine were slipping below a comfortable number. He often toyed with the idea of becoming a part-time Sentinel in order to continue making medications and even keep his food stores high. The dhampir discarded the idea as often as it came, reminding himself constantly that he wanted peace and that he did not want to engage in any more combat or needless wandering.

"I appreciate your offer," Kresnik began, his rich baritone losing some of its usual frigidity. "If I ever get any in-patients, I'm sure I could make a soup from my homeland that could improve their health." The doctor looked around, then sighed. "Would you like some help with your wares? It appears I will not be needed today."