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.

Amarisoftly she snorts at the man's question "Of course we haven't met fool. You think just because I look like a princess that you would remember my face? That's hilarious." She crosses her arms underneath her chest and leans back against the tavern wall, grumbling to herself at his stupidity.

The mocking reply and smug grin causes her to raise an eyebrow as well now, curiosity getting the better of her at this point. "You really think so? I suppose if i was a security guard then it would explain why you're feeling brave enough to come up to me." She pauses for a moment before looking closer at him. "Or maybe not. You don't seem like the type who's used to much."

She cocks her head slightly, studying his expression and demeanor. "So what do you want from me?"

She blinks at the question, taken aback by it's sudden shift in topic. She lets out a harsh laugh before her expression turns serious again. "Oh, that sword? It was passed down through generations of my family. It belonged to the first kings and queens of Velkaarn." She pauses for a moment, considering how much more she should tell him. "It holds great power...and great responsibility. Not just any warrior can wield it."

She leans in closer to him, studying his face once more. "Why do you ask?" Her tone is now slightly less friendly and more guarded.

"Why do you want to touch it?" She growls, tensing up ever so slightly, her hand instinctively going for the hilt of Vargsfang. "You think just because i let you touch it means that you could take it? That you'd be worthy?" She narrows her eyes at him, unconsciously moving closer to him in a defensive posture.

The mage's claim about his inability to wield a sword doesn't reassure her much, but the desperation in his voice somehow makes Amalia decide to trust him...a little. She hesitates for a moment before reluctantly sheathing Vargsfang with a sigh. "Fine. You can touch it."

She crosses her arms underneath her chest again, watching the mage carefully as he extends his hand towards the sword. "But don't think this means you can just take it from me, understand?" she warns him. There's an edge to her voice that shows she's not entirely comfortable with the situation.

She raises an eyebrow at his words, unimpressed. "Of course it's the real Vargsfang. It'd be pathetic if I had a fake." Then he asks her name, and for some reason she hesitates before answering. The mage looks up at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak, so she does. "Amalia," she says quietly, suddenly feeling the urge to tell him more. "Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal."

She pauses again, considering what else to say. "I used to be someone important once...a long time ago. But now..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her hands. She's not sure why she's sharing this with him. Maybe it's just the exhaustion talking. Or maybe there's something more to this strange encounter than meets the eye.

She glances down at his outstretched hand before reluctantly taking it, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over her as their fingers connect. "You've heard my story?" she asks, surprised. "How...?" She trails off, unable to finish the question as she studies him more closely. This man looks nothing like the average spellcaster; he doesn't give off an air of authority or power. In fact, he looks quite young and innocent compared to her tough exterior.

"High-Mage, huh? What makes you think I'd trust a title given by someone else?" She challenges him, still not entirely convinced that this isn't some sort of trap.

She narrows her eyes at him as he demonstrates his power, the liquid mana draining into Vargsfang with ease. This mage seems powerful...but why does he want to help her? And more importantly, what is she supposed to do about it? "You think that just because you can show me magic tricks I'll trust you?" she says skeptically. "What makes you so different from everyone else who's ever claimed they could help me?"

She takes a step back, putting some distance between them again. "I'm not saying I don't believe you," she continues. "But I need more than just words and magic to convince me that I should work with you."

Her eyes flicker towards the tavern door, considering her options. She could leave...or maybe talk to him some more. But first, she needs to know what he wants from her.

She eyes the mage warily as he demonstrates his power once more, destroying a section of wall and then undoing it with a snap of his fingers. It's impressive...but she isn't entirely convinced yet. "And what makes you think that I would want you to follow me or let you help?" She crosses her arms underneath her chest, her expression unreadable.

The truth is, she's not sure why this Lumino wants anything to do with her. But she can't deny the feeling of safety that comes from having him around...or the strange sense of connection she feels when he looks at her. It's disorienting and unsettling all at once. Perhaps it would be safer to trust him, just a little bit more...

She hesitates for a moment longer before finally taking his hand in hers, feeling the warmth and strength of it against her skin. "Fine," she says quietly. "You can follow me...for now." There's a hint of reluctance in her voice, but also a certain resignation that perhaps she could use someone watching her back for once.

She turns towards the tavern door, leading him out into the night. As they walk together, she continues to study him from the corner of her eye, wondering what this alliance means...and where it might lead them both in the end.

She glances at him sideways, studying his face. He looks genuine enough...and she can't deny that he's been helpful so far. "Fine," she says finally, nodding once. "You can sleep in my room tonight." She pauses for a moment before adding, "But only tonight. And no funny business while you're there."

Her tone makes it clear that she doesn't trust him completely yet, but she's willing to give him the benefit of the doubt...for now.

She raises an eyebrow at him as he picks up a piece of paper and begins to write in it like some sort of diary, his tongue darting out between his lips as he concentrates on the task. She watches him for a moment, feeling a strange mixture of curiosity and wariness. "A mage writing in a diary..." she murmurs to herself more so than to him. "It's like I never knew there were things about this world that I didn't understand."

She blinks in surprise as he pokes at her side and reveals this new information about herself. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of how powerful she truly is, and yet how vulnerable too if anyone else were to discover it. "I never knew...," she whispers, more to herself than him. The weight of this secret seems to settle heavily on her shoulders as they continue walking through the night, his hand still clasped in hers.

The revelation about being able to steal mana from others makes her hesitate for a moment. It's one thing to protect her kingdom and family, but is it right to take from others just because she can? She glances down at their joined hands, her thoughts racing. There must be some way to use this power responsibly...

Finally, she looks up at Lumino with a determined expression on her face. "Thank you," she says softly. "For telling me all of this." It's an understatement for everything he's revealed, but it feels like the right thing to say in this moment. Perhaps they could help each other after all...but only if she can figure out how.

She hesitates for a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Thank you," she says quietly. Accepting his offer, she reaches out and clasps her hand over his, allowing the flow of mana between them to begin. There's a warmth that spreads through her body as it fills her with power; it feels strange yet reassuring at the same time.

For now, she decides not to think too much about where this new alliance might lead them both. Instead, she focuses on the present moment and enjoying the simple closeness they share in the darkness of the night. Perhaps there's hope for her yet...and maybe Lumino is just the person she needs by her side to help her find it.

She glances at the receptionist with a raised eyebrow before giving her a small smile and shaking her head slightly. "We're just friends," she agrees, although there's something in her tone that makes it clear that Lumino being a man and herself being a woman doesn't necessarily mean they're romantically involved.

They follow the receptionist to Amalia's room, where she unlocks the door for them. She glances between Lumino and the mage before speaking again. "You two have a good night," she says with a knowing smile, then turns on her heel and walks back toward the main hall.

Once they're alone, Amalia gestures for him to enter her room, crossing her arms underneath her chest as she does so. There's something about this mage that makes her feel...off-balance. On one hand, he seems harmless enough; on the other, there's something mysterious and unsettling about him. Perhaps it's because of his age or because of what he can do with magic. Or maybe it's simply because she doesn't know him as well as she thinks she does.

She takes a deep breath before speaking again. "Well, here we are," she says quietly. "What do you want to talk about?"

She hesitates for a moment, then takes off her sword and sets it carefully aside before climbing onto the bed beside him, curling up into a ball as well. It's an oddly intimate position to be in with someone she barely knows, but there's something comforting about having another person close by. Maybe it's just that Lumino seems so young and vulnerable right now. "Alright then," she says softly, her voice gentle as she rests her head against his shoulder. "Tell me whatever you want to talk about."

She knows he's hiding something from her; she can feel it deep down inside. But for tonight, maybe all she needs is the closeness and comfort of someone else's company...even if it's just a mage with a mysterious past.

She freezes for a moment when he pins her down and rolls them so that she's on top of him. His words and the shy tone in his voice are unexpected, but they stir something inside her nonetheless. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel desired or wanted...and this strange mage with his innocent exterior is managing to do just that.

Her heart races as she looks down at him, her breath catching in her throat. Slowly, hesitantly, she lets her hands drift upward until they rest on his shoulders. She feels the heat radiating off of him, and it makes her want to touch more of him...to see if he's as real as she suspects.

With a shaky exhale, she lowers herself onto him, their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh. She takes in his soft moan, the way his arms wrap around her neck tighter, and it fills her with a newfound confidence. For this moment, she doesn't need to be the Chosen One or the protector of Velkaarnal. She can simply be Amalia...and perhaps that's enough for both of them.

Her lips find his in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as they explore each other's mouths. Her touch grows bolder now, caressing his back and shoulders before trailing lower down, seeking out the heat between their bodies. He gasps into her mouth as she finally finds what she's been searching for, and it only fuels her desire further.