[b][color=ed1c24]Victoria & Scathach[/color][/b]

Victoria stuck close to the playwright after the battle, listening to him speaking. She had not really read any of his works, but he was still famous and easily recognizable. Even Victoria knew about his play Hamburg, or Cameo and Tourettes. It was interesting just to hear him talk. She certainly didn't quite understand most of what he said, but it was a funny way of speaking nonetheless. 

"You wish them a place to stay for the night as recompense? I believe the inn should work if they are willing to pay, but if they do not, then I'm afraid they're out of luck. The last pack of demon beasts that struck the town has made them wary, and though they may have helped you, the townspeople aren't quite as open-hearted in strange times such as these..."

Almost as if on cue, a faint noise came from a distance, carried by the wind. What the odd foxy servant said next confirmed Victoria's suspicions. Beasts, perhaps the very ones that plagued these townsfolk. 

[color=ed1c24]"Eh? Did you say mangy mutts? You meant those beasts attacking the townsfolk right?"[/color] Victoria slammed her fists together. [color=ed1c24]"Alright! Let's go beat up those beasts!"[/color]

[color=a187be]"Master,"[/color] Scathach put a hand on Victoria's shoulder, wearing a slightly concerned look. [color=a187be]"Perhaps we should take another course of action first?"[/color]

To her going after the beasts blindly wasn't a great idea, especially when they literally knew nothing of them save for the fact they're beasts. Her Master, with all her potential and brashness was just as likely to be suddenly recruited by a flamboyant immortal vampire with a penchant for knives as she was to defeat those beasts.

[color=ed1c24]"Ah. You're right."[/color] Turning to the guard, Victoria continued. [color=ed1c24]"Hey old man, if we promise to get rid of the beasts, we can stay in this town right?"[/color]