Right now, she was relaxing herself, up in a nice shop in the City Center looking for something to snack on when a stranger came up to her. The woman had a smell of alcohol under her breath. Another drunken bar hopper? She was used to these types of people, but only in the bar, or at least in the immediate area outside of the bars. It was another, annoying, thing, to have to interact with one of them outside when she was not expecting to, especially when she was just hoping to chill today. But the lady had already begun talking...and Jikan had to wait in line for the cashier anyway...great. Guess she had to just stand
there and listened to the woman's words.
The tipsy woman explained that she was a warrior, at least that she used to be once. She told the tale of how she used to be a frequent fighter in the various numerous tournaments located in Baska. She even was the champion for a specific tournament for many years. Then one day, some vile underhanded mage appeared and broke her ankle during the championship match between them.
Jikan looked down and saw how messed up the woman's foot was. It was nasty, it seemed to had happened a while ago, and have some recovery, but very little.
Wc: 322
Twc: 322