Amaris wasn’t really into it, but there was not a lot the werewolf could do about her current situation. She needed the money, and this country needed people like her to assist them. It was the money that kept her into it, as well as what little information she managed to gather during those times. Amaris had been keeping herself out of trouble for the most part and she wasn’t too interested about being all up in a messy situation again – it just wasn’t worth her time and energy. She wanted to make money so she could buy herself whatever she needed in order to survive and not get captured again, and she supposed doing simple jobs and working for the rich and wealthy would do the trick. Amaris found the noble people of Fiore to be rather peculiar, although interesting and rather smart. She respected the fact that they clearly only cared about themselves and their own kind, but they were good at it. When the demonic rifts had been opened – a whole other strange event she had completely missed out on, not feeling much of a difference in the air – and the country fell into chaos, everyone made sure to be in the safest place possible.
Naturally, Era Town was one of those places.
It was remarkably well guarded (which wasn’t really a surprise considering that the Rune Knight headquarters were right here, in Era) and the military force was rather strong, she had to admit. Mercenaries were a welcomed sight nonetheless, however, and this was what really enabled her to participate in the whole situation. With demons advancing the world, Amaris really hoped that it would turn the attention away from her kind (not that there had ever been much attention on the werewolves to begin with). There were few of them and the majority of them guarded their secrets well from mankind, who now had much more horrifying foes to worry about – much to Amaris’ delight. She felt weirdly comfortable walking among her prey and found it comical how unsuspecting they were. Not that she was intending on reliving her days as a predator, for now was not the right time for that. Amaris most definitely had to play it smart. And because of that, she left her apartment with the intention of approaching the very same family that had occupied her before. They pay was decent and the work wasn’t difficult at all. It merely required some patience and a lot of time – the latter she had plenty to give. She was heading to one of those camps she had been to before. It was a place where people, mercenaries to be exact, met with potential job givers, discussed the term and then, if a contract happened, they would be led to the specific estate in order to do what they were hired for. A rather simple system honestly, but she liked it. The last time Amaris had worked for the so called Schiffer family.