Yuki ambled along Oak’s cobblestone street, her grimoire placed above her head to somehow shield her face from the noontide’s unforgiving sun. Wrapped in a gloomy aura, she lazily dragged her feet, vacillating of her destination. The day did not work out well for the lady who incessantly failed on landing upon any sort of employment or mission that could fund her stay in the city. The city’s mission board had its quests either taken or contained requirements that she lacked. Her poor social skills proved to be quite a burden as well, having been turned down by everyone she offered her services with.
It would have been a wise decision for Yuki to come back at the inn for a rest; however, she couldn’t face the innkeeper just yet without some jewels in her possession. Her legs started to throb in pain, after hours of job hunting. Of all the misery she went through the day, what could her solace be other than a place of rest? As she threaded the streets of Oak City, her eyes glistened at an empty bench that suddenly panned to her view. Her gloom was suddenly overturned to vivacity, finally finding her oasis of comfort. Much to her dismay however, another person outpaced her on claiming the bench. The victor, who appeared to be a beast-like humanoid that mostly resembled a cat, claimed the throne retreating to a cozy rest. In an instant, Yuki’s glee faded back into melancholy. Disheartened, she turned back to look for another place of rest.
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