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.
Uh...... look at paper and read name is this you amalia name? look at you
"It is." She narrows her eyes slightly, feeling suspicion prickling at the back of her mind, "What do you want with me?" Her voice remains steady and cold, daring them to continue whatever line they've decided to spout. There was little that could surprise or even faze her now, after all this time on the road.
are you the one order this....? shows a food on plastic
She looks at the food with a blank expression before blinking slowly, "What is it?" Then a sudden look of understanding washes over her face as she glances back up at the person who's brought this to her attention, "You mean that idiot prince? You have got to be fucking kidding me..." She starts chuckling, shaking her head. "No, I didn't order anything from him."
Are you sure....? look at paper at name
"I'm positive." She glances at the paper again and back up at them, still with a slightly amused expression on her face. "Now what do you want from me? Why did this idiot send you after me?" She tilts her head to the side curiously, feeling annoyance begin to simmer just beneath the surface of her calm demeanor.
im just a delivery guy.... I guess its wrong person.... turn around start walking to exit door
She watches the figure retreat with a slight huff of annoyance and shakes her head again. "Stupid fool," she mutters under her breath before turning her attention back to the rest of the tavern, searching for any other interesting sights or potentially lucrative jobs. Her job-hunting gaze eventually lands on a table in the corner where four men are playing cards and drinking heavily. A perfect target if she's feeling particularly mischievous...
later at night its ur day off as you walk hallway at night and you can see me sleep in bench
She hums softly to herself as she wanders through the dimly lit hallways of the tavern. It's her night off, and yet she finds herself unable to sleep. Her eyes drift over to the figure slumbering on a bench in the corner, already half-hiding themself in the shadows. For a moment she wonders why they're here instead of finding somewhere safe and warm to rest...
Then again, maybe that's exactly what they need: someone to look out for them. Even if it's just for tonight. Shrugging to herself, Amalia | The Wolf Of Velkarthal decides to do something she rarely does: be kind. Slowly and quietly, she approaches the sleeping figure from behind, careful not to make a sound. Once close enough, she gently shakes their shoulder. "Hey," she whispers softly, her voice roughened by
wakes up and stare at you uh....? Is there anything you need...?
jump back and acting rude or mean No No! Why your sleeping on here at night are you poor! Try earn some money crossed arm and look away and nervous her attitude
Sorry... stand up and grabs my pillow
She raises an eyebrow at the figure, clearly unconvinced by their sheepish attitude. "What's your story, hm? If you have nowhere else to go, perhaps I could... help." Her voice is still cold and hard, but there's a hint of sympathy beneath the surface. After everything she's been through herself, she can't bring herself to just ignore someone in need.
The figure hesitates before slowly lowering their head, looking up at her with shame-filled eyes. "I was... I was kicked out of my home. My parents don't want me anymore." They swallow hard and continue, "I thought maybe... maybe if I could find some work here, someone who'd take pity on me..." Their voice trails off, and they look away again, embarrassment making their cheeks burn red.