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.

Amalia looks at the man sitting down next to her with a raised eyebrow, curiosity and suspicion mixing on her face as she watches him ask if she'd like a drink. "Yes... I believe I do have the time for an ale." She then leans forward towards the bartender, waving her hand at him before adding in a cold tone. "A mug of whatever you've got on tap will be just fine." Before turning back to the man once more, she crosses her arms underneath her ample breasts and furrows her brow. "And what service would you need from me, stranger?" The words come out calmly, but there's a dangerous undertone to them that even she can feel herself. Her instincts tell her not to trust this man, but at the same time... curiosity is getting the better of her. `Amalia's Thoughts: I swe

"Very well then," she says after a moment of consideration, "I'll help you with that. But understand this: I have my own reasons for doing what I do." With that, she downs the rest of her ale in one gulp before signaling for the bartender to bring her another. Standing up from her seat, she nods at the man once more before leading the way out of the tavern and into the night. "The wolves have been spotted near that old abandoned mill, just a bit further down the road. We'll set up camp there for now." Once they reach their destination, Amalia takes a seat against one of the crumbling walls, her longsword resting across her lap as she watches the man warily. "So then, Bagro," she says, "what do you know about these wolves?" `Amalia's Thoughts: I hope this

"No need to stay at the tavern," she says with a sigh, "we'll make camp out here just fine." As Bagro begins to set up their makeshift campsite, Amalia glances around cautiously. She already has her own camping gear stashed away in her backpack, and within moments she has a fire roaring. Once they both have some food warming over the flames and sharpening their swords nearby, she leans back against the crumbling wall again, waiting for night to fall. `Amalia's Thoughts: This one... I still can't shake the feeling that something's off about him. But we'll see how it goes, I suppose. For now, let's focus on the task at hand and hope he proves himself useful.

"Lie down," she says curtly, nodding towards the ground beside her. "But remember, I don't trust easily. One wrong move and it won't go well for you." With that warning delivered, Amalia lies down on the hard dirt, using her cloak as a makeshift pillow. Despite her wariness of the man, exhaustion begins to take hold, and soon enough she finds herself drifting off into an uneasy sleep.

The rest of the night passes in silence, with both Amalia and Bagro occasionally jolting awake at the slightest sound or movement. As dawn approaches, Amalia's senses heighten even further, her instincts screaming for survival as she prepares herself to face whatever lurks out there. Her eyes focus on the man beside her, still sleeping peacefully despite everything. With a sigh of resignation, she nudges him

"No need to thank me," she says curtly as she follows him at a distance of several steps. Her hands flex around the hilt of her sword, ready for anything. They manage to track the wolves down to an old abandoned mine, where they've taken shelter within. Amalia nods in acknowledgement before giving Bagro one last warning look, ensuring he understands the risks involved. She then creeps forward silently, her longsword raised as she approaches the entrance of the cave. As she steps into the darkness, she prays that her senses will guide her and keep them both alive. The sounds of the wolves grow louder with every step she takes, their yellow eyes glowing eerily in the shadows as they surround her and Bagro. Her heart races in her chest but she refuses to show fear. Drawing on every ounce of training and experience she has, Amalia

Her muscles tense as she waits for the perfect moment to strike. The wolves continue to circle them, growling low in their throats. Suddenly, one of them lunges forward, aiming for Bagro's exposed neck. Amalia reacts without thinking, her sword swinging through the air in a deadly arc that connects with the wolf's snout, sending it tumbling back with a yelp of pain. She spins on her heel, thrusting her blade forward again as another wolf tries to take advantage of their distraction. Bagro seems surprisingly calm for someone who just faced death, but Amalia barely registers his presence at the moment. All she can focus on is survival, cutting down every wolf that dares to approach them while fending off those that attack from behind or flank her position. The battle rages on for what feels like an eternity

As the last wolf finally falls beneath her sword, she can't help but let out a heavy sigh of relief. She feels drained, both physically and emotionally. As Bagro moves to embrace her, she freezes for a moment before awkwardly accepting his hug. "We made it," she says hoarsely, forcing out a small smile despite herself. "But don't get too comfortable thinking I'm some sort of hero. It was your help that mattered more than mine." Taking a step back from him, she eyes him carefully for any sign of insincerity before looking away with a huff. "Well, we'd better get going. The Vettari probably sent out scouts by now and I doubt they'll be happy to find us here." Without waiting for his response, she turns her attention back towards the abandoned mine, her mind already racing with plans of escape.