Humans are an adaptable race.
They have the ability to live in the harshests of climates to the cold ice capped mountains of the Raidanna Country to the harsh heat of the Gratuna Desert. This wasteland used to be a utopia before the war, but now it was just an obstacle to pass to get to the bustling empire of King Elmwin. Caravan companies were a risk, and trading was also a hazard across this desert plane with bandits, sandstorms, along with giant creatures willing to attack any unwary traveler. The pay-out though was profitable.
But because of these dangers, merchants hired the caravan companies for protection. The best warriors were tried and tested to escort high paying merchants and clients across the desert. In the city of Carlot, this was where they were chosen and picked to go across the desert and one was waiting at the doors of the caravan company: Asheda’s “Arena”... In actuality it was just a round fenced area and in the early morning the sun beating down on the stranger’s wide brimmed hat made many passer by’s wonder if they were sweating. The hat was tilted up slightly blue eyes staring out at the sandy scene as a group of very burly men started to walk towards the cloaked figure.
The stranger stood up brushing the sand off the brown poncho as those crystal blue eyes looked up at the large men glaring down at them. A smile came on a slim, feminine face, along with a tip of the hat. The men just looked at the small stranger, some of them chuckling taunting, and pushing the stranger forcefully back into the fence. A grunt was heard the hat falling off revealing a mop of short blonde hair, eyes looking up with an annoyed gaze now.
“Now what was that for?”
The men kept on laughing at the stranger the leader stepping forward, “What are ya doin’ ‘ere boy? Ya won’ las a minute out there...”
“Boy?” A tilt of the head and a smile came to the stranger’s face as the poncho was pulled back revealing a leather chest plate along with a brand, “Sir I am a Knight, given the title by the King of Raidanna himself.”
“I dun’ care if yer the duke of Woiele I sugges’ ye go back where ya came from,” The man gave a sneer, “Or we’ll make ya.”
There was a chuckle, “I’d like to see you try...”
The large man just turned to his men giving a taunting smirk before trying to throw a sucker punch. This was easily dodged, the man’s hand grabbed and locked in a hold as a slim booted leg kicked out and landed a shot in the gut. Another goon came in the stranger made a turn pulling the leader’s hand behind his back using him as a shield as the goon gave a nice hit to his leader. She then pushed the leader back to the crowd, and removed her poncho in a swift motion revealing a short sleeved tunic underneath her leather chest plate.
The leader growled and was about to move in again on the defending stranger before he was grabbed from behind by a very rough hand. All seemed to freeze as a deep voice cleared and spoke, “Is that how you treat a lady?”
The stranger relaxed slightly giving a warm smile over behind the man and batted her eyelashes, “Hi Honey.”
Bailer gave a look over at his wife Sakari the blonde giving an innocent look as the men around her looked flabbergasted. He just tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder pulling him away, and out into the street. The man glanced back at Bailer who unlike his wife, wasn’t petite or boyish looking at all...
He was all man, his black hair was in an unkempt ponytail, dark skin marked him as one coming from one of the southern countries. His features were sharp, and his cheek looked slightly sunken from a white scar. He crossed his arms over his chest, the reigns in his hands jingling as his horse whinnied. The cargo shimmering in the sunlight revealing true metal armor, which at the moment was perched on the horse’s back along with other supplies needed for journey. Another horse stood by which Sakari pranced over to petting the animal’s nose and cooing into its ear. A bow, crossbow, and a quiver of attached to its saddle.
A glare from Bailer’s gray eyes was all that was needed to disperse the little group a giggle coming from Sakari as she hugged Bailer’s middle, “So how did the shopping go?”
A groan just came from Bailer as he shook his head, “You’re lucky I love you...”
