Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20190522145433/@comment-25073873-20190523155650

Earlier:

Eivyi sighed, as she flicked her sword, the weapon repelling blood so none of it stayed on the crystal clear blade of the weapon. She took a last look around to make sure the bandits were dispatched, before walking over to a carriage, where an old Breton sat, propped against one of the wheels as he clutched his stomach wound. Eivyi knelt down beside the man, using her sword to steady herself, holding her hand out as gold light appeared, but the elderly Breton grabbed her hand and shook his head.

"My time's near, lass. Don't go wasting magical energy on someone who wouldn't survive his next encounter. I'm too old for this shit. Just take what you need from me and the carriage. Don't know how to pay you and everything's wrecked anyway" coughed the elderly Breton as his blood continued to pour out of the stab wound through his stomach. A couple of arrows were lodged in his left shoulder, thanks to the earlier bandit ambush. If Eivyi had not happened along the scene and engaged the bandits, the old Breton wouldn't even have had the opportunity to speak his last words.

"You sure, old man? I'm not that bad a healer and I can probably patch you up. Pulling out those arrows will hurt, though. You have to bear with the pain. It's not very nice of me if I just leave" said Eivyi, not quite understanding what was going on. While she was mostly someone who would have kept to herself, Eivyi wasn't the kind who would leave someone in need to die unless it compromised her own safety in the process.

The old Breton held out a bloodstained letter and pushed it into Eivyi's hands, shaking his head as he said "my two feet are already in my grave. Even if you healed me today, I can't complete anything that would be asked of me with this old body. I'm a warrior, not a wizard. Just tell them you represent Sir Anton Montierra, and you should be fine. If they ask you what happened, just tell them you were chosen because Sir Montierra is too old to follow through on the request. Please, you are the only one capable of this. Killing four bandits single handedly isn't that easy for a slim lass like you."

Eivyi was about to protest when the old Breton coughed up blood and died after making a gurgling noise. She supposed it was time to make herself scarce, lest she be taken as one of the bandits. Raising her hand to Sir Montierra's eyes, she shut them for the old Breton, as she stood up and sheathed her sword. Eivyi opened the letter, to see exactly what Sir Montierra was to see to, but it was only a set of instructions.

Deciding to follow the instructions on the letter to see what it was all about, Eivyi headed for the Imperial City. Coincidentally, she indeed was going that way.

Current:

Eivyi walked through the gates of the Imperial city, wondering just how much of a mess she was dragged into. It seemed that leaving her family behind was stepping out of the frying pan and into the fire. Given how much coin Sir Montierra held and  the quality of his sword and packed armor, he wasn't a mundane man. Of course, Eivyi didn't have the space to lug everything with her, so she had just took the sword, planning to sell it later for coin, since it was still worse than her weapon. The only other thing she had taken was money.

"Interesting place to gather all sorts of people, that Arena district, given that this isn't an invitation to a tourney or anything similar. Why would they send a letter to a retired warrior past his prime, though? It's strange that such letters are even being sent in the first place" muttered Eivyi to herself as she continued on her walk towards the appointed destination.