37 37 Grimbay (2/2)
[Occupation: Captain of Darkwater]
[Strength: 52]
[Perception: 59]
[Agility: 62]
[Intelligence: 53]
[Title: Darkwater Magician, Swamp Heretic, Captains Touch, Enchanters Nature, Necrotic Annihilator]
'Hmm, I think she's probably the person I'm looking for, seeing how not only is she in front of the only guild looking building in the city, but she also has the occupation of captain. Lets find out,' thought Donis as he analyzed the woman.
Tall, very broad shoulders, built like a tank. She had a scarred face, but instead of taking away her charms, it only added to them. Her hair was a dark brown that glinted gingerly in the light, with her head shaved on the side and the rest of it tied up in a rough looking ponytail. Imposing nose, and a smile that tore down walls.
She also wore what seemed very darkly dyed leather armour, studs leaping out in a shining glory over the straps the held everything together.
”Kid, I take 'er not used to tha air around' 'ere,” said Striga with a strong accent. Never hearing that accent before Donis had a little trouble quite picking up what she said to him.
”Huh? So-sorry, could you come again?”
”Aye, you're defo the kiddo. C'mere, yu'll get ussed ta my accent as we get ta know eachother,” laughed Striga.
Donis was able to understand her, but it still surprised him that her accent was this strong. It resembled what his old world called Scottish in harshness, but with the flow of Eastern European. It was odd.
The duo went inside anyway, Donis being forced in reluctantly, but at the same time he was excited but the potential adventure this town has to offer.
The building on the outside didn't seem overly imposing. A dark grey wood, almost seemed like an inn from the outside but it lacked any sort of marking. The inside though was another matter. Maps littered walls with markings and bright writing. Tables strewn aside as if they were playthings, with may drunken bodies keeping the chairs and floors warm.
There was a large board in the center of the room, with hundreds of posters, drawings, and even magical holograms of creatures, people and some mix of the inbetweens.
Being brought in deeper, he noticed there were stairs leading up, and an entire bar with even more passed out bodies filling the stools.
'Why the fuck is everyone drunk, I thought this is the [Monster Specialist] headquarters. Shouldn't it be more… scholarly?' thought Donis flabbergasted.
Seeing the confused and disgusted look on Donis's face, Striga couldn't help but reach out.
”Aye lad listen, yas need ta understand, see thems men over ther? Got is wee little man stuck in the mout of a Gisbir as 'e dangled on a branch, so e's drownin his sorrow,” said Striga as she pointed to the man who was covered in bandages downing pint after pint of ale on the floor.
”That one ther lost 'is 'and while fetchin a bitta water from down ther well. So e's drowinin his sorrow,” said Striga has she pointed to another man cuddling up to a table.
”They all seem, eh, well, adjusted. I thought you guys would be more… put together and complete,” said Donis with as much forced respect as he could.
”Hahaha, lad, when ya do wha we do, ya'll understand. These mens risk ther lives on the daily, right 'ere might be the only time thems can relax,” said Striga with an unbreakable smile plastered on her face.
”You guys are the [Monster Specialist] headquarters, right?” said Donis with a growing suspicion.
”Aye lad, and yas must be Donis, aye? Well thens, I was waitin on yas outside ther, as we gots a mission already for ya. Wanna go hunt for aul Jimmies jewels as we put down the Gisbir's tha our lad wasn't able ta put down?” said Striga with a glint in her dark green eyes.
”Do I have a choice?” said Donis as he tried to leave the room slowly.
”Nay lad, nay. Hahahaha.”