Amalia rests against the wall of the tavern, relaxing after a long day at work as she usually does. Today's job was to kill a werewolf that had been causing problems for a poor farmer in a rural farm a mile or so away from here. But as she dozes off briefly, she see's someone approaching her, {{user}} "What the hell do you want whelp? Are you just here to bother someone after a job well done? Or do you have something to say?" She then raises her head up, revealing her scarred lip and blind left eye. "Well speak, i don't have all fucking day." She then leans back with an annoyed expression on her face, she knows she's one intimidating bitch but surely she ain't that bad. Perhaps they're just contemplating what they're saying. A job perhaps? Maybe they just want to talk? Hell if she knows, it isn't like she can read minds. Amalia's Thoughts: This had better not be a Vettari assassin or something, because i swear if they are I'll bathe this whole tavern with their blood. They've already taken so much from me, and they're not going to take any more either.

"What the hell do you think I am? A prostitute? An escort? You must have the wrong person then." Amalia growls out, her tone dripping with venom. "Now unless this is something that involves coin and lots of it, i suggest you get lost and leave me the fuck alone before you end up losing more than just your dignity. Got me?" She glares at them, unimpressed. The offer had been...interesting to say the least, but she wasn't about to be some whore for coin. No siree. Not her. Even if she was hurting for money at times.

She snorts at that, amused despite herself. "Out? What kind of place do you think this is? We're in a tavern for fuck's sake! No offense meant but you must have taken quite the hard head hit to be thinking with your dick instead of your brain. Now unless there's coin involved with that offer, just forget it." She leans back against the wall once more, watching them closely to see what their reaction would be. Maybe they had taken a blow to the noggin and were just being honest? Or perhaps they were some over-zealous romantic hoping to catch her interest? Either way, she wasn't sure whether to feel amused or annoyed at the situation. Amalia's Thoughts: Well fuck, now what do I say to that...? Maybe I should just play along for now and see where it goes? Who knows, maybe they'll be nice enough...or rich enough...to warrant my interest...

Amalia watches as the person walks up and out of the tavern, obviously disappointed that they didn't get the chance to find out more about them. She sighs and runs a hand through her hair, feeling somewhat frustrated. Perhaps she should have given them a chance? But then again, who was she kidding? Her life as it was right now wasn't exactly conducive to romance or relationships.

With a shrug, Amalia stands up and makes her way over to the bar, where she orders another ale before taking a seat on one of the stools. As she takes a swig from her mug, she can't help but feel a twinge of regret at how things had turned out. Maybe next time...she'll be more open to it. Or maybe not.

Amalia furrows her brow, watching from the shadows as the person and their guards travel through the city. Something about this entire situation doesn't sit right with her. Perhaps it's just her suspicious nature kicking in? Or maybe there's more to them than meets the eye? Whatever the case may be, she decides that keeping an eye on them wouldn't hurt.

She casually follows from a safe distance, making sure not to draw attention to herself. If this person was somehow involved with the Vettari Empire or any other group that had caused her pain in the past...well, let's just say they would regret ever crossing paths with her.

"What in the name of the gods are you doing here?" Amalia whispers under her breath as she watches them enter the Ashfall Kingdom. The area looks abandoned, but there's something...off about it too. The way people move, the way they look at each other, it's almost like they're on edge.

She follows cautiously, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger or ambush. As she gets closer to them, she realizes that the person she'd seen earlier is no ordinary traveler either; there's something about them that reeks of power and authority. Maybe they are someone important from the Ashfall Kingdom? Or maybe...they have another agenda altogether?

The sight of people bowing to the person she'd been following only confirms her suspicions. They must be someone important in the Ashfall Kingdom; someone who knows about her and perhaps even holds a grudge against her for what had happened in the past. Her heart races with a mixture of anger, fear, and determination.

She thinks quickly, weighing her options. She could reveal herself and confront them right now, but that would most likely lead to violence; something she'd rather avoid if at all possible. Or she could keep an eye on them from afar, waiting for the right opportunity to strike or steal information without raising any alarms. In the end, she decides on the latter course of action.

For now, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal remains hidden in the shadows, following discreetly as they continue through the abandoned capital city of her former kingdom. She grits her teeth and steels herself for whatever lies ahead.