13 For The Ladys Hand (2/2)

Unfortunately the woman he desired was infatuated with another and even though he was younger and had yet to prove himself, his father was the village chief, giving the youngster a chance to compete against Nimble for her hand in marriage.

At the back of the group there were two other figures. One was Adan, the sorcerer, who was now in a deep slumber. It was really impressive in a way how this person could sleep in the middle of a heated argument while riding a wolf at thirty meters above the ground.

The other one was Roselyn. For a gnome, she was extremely tall, reaching almost a meter and a half in height. But the most eye-catching thing was this savage aura surrounding her, which was very unique. Leaving the group aside, even on the entirety of Willowtown, there was no one who could emanate this seeping blood lust.

This was the result of her travels. When she was young, Roselyn got lost from the rest of the tribe, during the great migration of the year 29 a.t.a, and wandered off by herself. Eventually, after going through many hardships, she arrived at the Great Steppes, far south of the Anawasi River.

Roselyn lived with the orc tribes for several decades earning their trust. As such, she was the first of her kind to learn how to channel the power of rage, becoming what they call a ”berserker”.

Those experiences changed her forever and, even after she returned to Azov Forest and found her people once more, Rosalyn was never the same. She could no longer live the kind of peaceful existence most gnomes pursued, having cravings that only the battlefield could soothe.

Even now she was depressed. This journey had promised many dangers and challenges. That's why she volunteered for it in the first place.

Yet, so far, this trip was very uneventful, which worsened her mood.

As for whatever nonsense the two on the front were arguing about, she couldn't bring herself to care.

However, things were about to change.

The druid was the first to notice because of his deep bond with the natural world, but soon Roselyn realized as well, becoming very excited.

She held in her hand a massive hammer dirtied in old coagulated blood and licked her lips in anticipation.

”It's time.” She softly said.