Sarah
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Shaslandi, Middle Mentia. On a certain Spring Day
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It was a rather quiet street in Shaslandi. The kitsune has just arrived the previous day. He wandered all around, trying to look for a job. Yet for some reason, the city was empty, barely a soul. There was someone recruiting though - the army, looking for cheap disposable mercenary for the next war. But he didn't feel like it. 

So he wandered around, and after a day, found no where to stay without a single coin in his pocket. So he slept underneath some abandoned building's roof, with his golems as companions. 

Now, morning has came, and he dismissed two of his golems - leaving two more to be summoned at night as his guard again. Walking around with armed golems attracts... Unwanted attention. Not like there is much he could do - he had white hair and a pair of fluffy white ears, and tails. And it was rather telling. He wasn't sure if it would be much help here...

The kitsune wandered around the city for another morning, knocking on door for some sort of employment - something that would be better than hard labor and give him sustainment. By noon, he has given up again, and sat near the steps of a tavern where a few panhandlers were gathered. He sat a few steps away from the beggar. 

"What you doing here, pretty boy?" *The beggar said, in a barely discernible accent of some sort. Nothing like the Standard Mentian he learnt in school.* 

The kitsune pretended to not hear it, and looked at the sky. Seems like the heaven have taken pity on him, or maybe it was raining on his parade. A small puddle formed in a crack in the pavement in front of him. He stared into it, seeing his face reflected - broken, tired, and a bit thinner than it was two weeks ago. 

His ears flopped and his tails lowered. 

A sad puddle in front of a sad puddle.
Michelle
"Are you okay?"
 
*After some time has passed, a soft, pleasant voice called out to the downcast kitsune in a fluent silnari language. On the surface of the puddle, another reflection appeared on top of his. In contrast with the kitsune's blurred, white image on the water, the other figure's visage seemingly radiates a golden gleam. In a miraculous coincidence, the rain subsided at that very moment. If he decided to lift his eyes, he would see their appearance clearly, comparable to that of the renascent sun of midday.*
 
*Of course, it was a woman. He should be able to tell that simply from her voice when she spoke earlier. She is a young girl, no older than twenty. Her slender body is clad in armour. Her long hair, as reflected by the puddle earlier, shines in a beautiful shade of blond. In front of him, he would see that the woman is slightly bending her body forward. One of her hands is on her knee, while the other is extended forward in a gesture of offering help for him to stand up.*
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"What gives today? Isn't it young Miss Isolet? Why are you only paying attention to that boy and forgetting us, eh?" *Some of the beggars on the side began to chuckle.*
 
"I'd help you when you'd finally stop gambling your money for drinks, Old Ron." 
 
*The girl cast a cold glance towards the group of the beggars, as they laughed in turn. It's clear that they're homeless for a specific reason. Returning her attention to the kitsune, the air of warm kindness found itself inside her eyes once more. Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed in worry, as her hand remained offered to the stranger.*
 
"It seems that you've met some unfortunate events." *She smiled understandingly.*
 
"My name is Akasha Isolet. It's quite sudden, but will you come with me? I have some questions that I need to ask... Though, before that, I suppose we should provide you with a good, hearty meal first."
Sarah
*The kitsune sat still for a few more minute. Feeling more discomforted and depressed every minute. Sleeping on floor and eating nothing when you are used to bedding and being fed can be quite devastating to one's psyche.* 

*The kitsune noticed a figure pass in - golden, gleaming, slender, beautiful. He looked up as he heard the pleasant voice. Was she calling out for him? He wondered as he lifted his head up, looking at her. Was she offering to help him in specific?*

*The kitsune hesitated for a moment, but decided to not waste the opportunity, and held out his hand, taking hers and standing up. Then he let go once he stood up.*

"Thank you." *The kitsune said, with an obvious Runran accent to his otherwise fluent Silnarian.* 

*He awkwardly stood by as the beggars and his savior (?) bantered, then smiled.*

"Yes... I've ran into some unfortunate events indeed. I'll come with you... And, what do you mean by we?" *Arlean felt a bit of suspicion, but he was desperate enough to follow her. Besides, she looked kind enough, and all he's got is his staff. What could happen in broad daylight?*

"I'm Arlean Song. I came here from Runra."
Michelle
"You're welcome." 
 
*The girl's gaze scanned up and down at Arlean's appearance after he stood up. She blinked a few times, pondering the rarity to find a person of his height in Sashlandi. Normally, a men of similar age as his would tower at two or three head taller than her. But she can see that they almost have the same height, maybe with a little difference of 5 centimetres. She turned her attention to his dishevelled clothing afterwards, recognizing the pristine nature of it which had seen better days. It is a telltale sign of a person who was once hailed from a better off background, but fell due to some circumstances.*
 
"Well..." *Akasha pointed her finger at him, then back to herself.*
 
"We."
 
*She smiled charmingly as she said that, and then walked past Arlean, taking the steps nearby that leads into the tavern. She pushed the door of the premise open, and looked back at the kitsune's direction. Her tone and expression appears to be genuine, not concealing any hidden agenda.*
 
"This isn't the best place to talk. Come inside, we'll talk over a meal. I'm sorry, but I'm quite worried that you will drop unconscious at any moment.."
 
*After she said that, her eyes widened for a brief second, and she quickly added.*
 
"Of course, I would pay for it."
Sarah
"Thank you. Again." 

*The fox thanked her again, thinking it better to be tedious than to seems unappreciative. Little does he know, the kitsune was already getting his height compared to the locals - who are on average indeed taller than him - perhaps a head or two taller.*

*He tilted his head, confused. We should provide us with a comfortable, hearty meal? That... Is that a Silnarian expression?* 

*The kitsune continued following her, despite his utter confusion - the girl seemed to be his only ticket out of his current trouble, so he followed faithfully.* 

"I'm... Fine." *The kitsune murmured. But in truth, he was indeed running short on energy, having no food since he spent the last bit of his ration yesterday. He walked inside the tavern, sniffing as the smell of delicious food entered his nostrils. Ah, he can feel himself salivating already.* 

*Is that a local porridge? It looks like congee, with bread. Some beans... Mmm, he could really use some meat, just like that pork roast over there, but anything would do for now...* 

*Then he remembered something about "We", and his eyes widened with a bit of panic, like a child left at the checkout counter by their parent. The payment have reassured her.* 

*He wondered how to open the conversation - to thank her emptily, or to explain his circumstances?* 

"I came along with a noble as a mage, but he left."