And then there were the likes of Yuurei, who practiced the art of helping people just for the sake of getting a fat paycheck. He was no hero, no if anything he was just a mercenary who loved a good fight. And if rumors were to be believed he was now turning into Reign's pitbull in the North as well.
How disgusting... If not for her mentor she would have thought true heroism had long died. Even if she had made her priorities clear, at least Alisa knew what mattered in the end. But the more she saw society, the more she saw people shifting toward similar mindsets as these others. Only caring about themselves, and only extending a helping hand if they had something to benefit from it.
Heaving a sigh Esperia shook her head lightly, attempting to dispel the thoughts plaguing her mind and unfurled the map she had been carrying with her. They were inside a small hamlet on the outer edge of the Isle of Erin, if anyone else had heard them ask for the whereabouts of fairies they would have labeled them insane. But here she could actually get some solid information.
For the first time in a while she smiled, smiled genuinely at Maple as she inquired through her telepathy. How does it feel, to be back in the great outdoors? According to the druid I talked to earlier there have been some sightings of fairies occasionally playing at a nearby river, but lately there have been some giant bullroarer frogs immigrating there so we might want to err on the side of caution. They can get quite aggressive and territorial in nature, and they often use their tongues like dangerous whips. One would think that despite their giant stature they wouldn't pack a punch but I've seen them knock an armored knight off his feet before...
She couldn't help but smirk at the memory of the knight being trounced by a giant frog, but turned back onto the topic at hand. Is there anything you want to do before we go out to search? Maybe some shopping for camping supplies in the hamlet?
WC: 506
Total WC: 2000