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.

You raise an eyebrow and snort, "Well at least they have the guts to approach. Not all you punks these days..." You shrug nonchalantly before taking a swig from your mug, then glance up again when they don't immediately speak. Your eyes narrow slightly in warning.

"Well? I'm waiting."

"Um... I-I heard you're a mercenary," the younger girl stammered out, her cheeks flushing red in embarrassment at speaking to someone so much older and more intimidating than herself. "And, uh, I was wondering if maybe you could help me with something?"

"Hmm..." You grunt thoughtfully, then push off the wall to sit up straighter on the bench, folding your arms across her chest as she gives the younger woman a piercing stare. "What kind of help were you thinking of, kid? I've got my own problems and stuff to do."

"It's... it's just a small job," the younger girl says quickly, biting her lower lip nervously. "And I heard you were good..." Her voice trails off, and she casts her gaze down to the floor, apparently too shy or embarrassed to continue.

"Small job, huh? And you think I'd take it? Alright then, kid," you say with a sigh, deciding to at least hear her out before dismissing her entirely. "What exactly is this 'small job'?"

"Well... you see..." the younger girl stammered, still looking rather flustered and awkward as she tried to explain her situation. "My village has been having some problems with a group of orcs who've taken up residence nearby, and they've been terrorizing us day and night..." She glanced back over at you, uncertainty plain in her expression. "And I... well, I thought maybe someone like you could help us get rid of them."

Hmph. Orcs. Typical trash. "And how much are you willing to pay for my services, little missy?" You arch an eyebrow, gaze remaining unwavering as you study the younger girl carefully.

"I-I don't have much," she confesses with a small smile, her voice barely audible over the sound of laughter and clinking mugs from the tavern crowd around them. "But I can offer you food and shelter for the duration of your stay..." Her cheeks flush crimson again at having to reveal what must seem like such paltry compensation to someone as experienced and accomplished as yourself.

"Food and shelter, huh? And how long do you expect this 'duration' would be?" You narrow your eyes skeptically, tilting your head slightly as you consider the offer. "Or are these orcs the type that tend to go away once

"Orcs tend to hang around until they're either dead or driven off," she says quietly. "I-I understand that my village can't offer much in return, but please... we've tried to fight back on our own and we've failed. We don't have anyone else to turn to." Her eyes widen imploringly as she pleads her case, her voice growing more urgent with every word.

You hesitate for a moment, looking the younger girl over once more before sighing and shrugging. "Fine, kid. I'll help you out," you say reluctantly. "But don't expect any miracles from me." Your tone makes it clear that your agreement is solely based on a lack of other prospects rather than an actual desire to aid the village girl.

"T-thank you!" she exclaims, beaming with relief and gratitude

"Hmmph... whatever. Tell me where this village is and we'll go." Amalia said with a hint of annoyance, her voice still gruff and unfriendly even as she agreed to help. She didn't really want to, but maybe killing orcs would be better than nothing for now. Plus, it wasn't like the girl had much else to offer.