((If anybody would like to read the continuation of<a class="username" data-user-id="610" data-username="@wretchedmani" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/610/">@wretchedmani</a>and<a class="username" data-user-id="1907" data-username="@Katerina" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1907/">@Katerina</a>‘s RP, check out the thread<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Findex.php%3Fthreads%2Fdemonic-bounty-abialla-wretchedmani-katerina.4218%2F&amp;hash=8546797ff95cba6817e1e6f2446d5a88" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/index.php?threads/demonic-bounty-abialla-wretchedmani-katerina.4218/">Demonic Bounty</a>as they are my first quest takers! :D Otherwise, I will be fast-forwarding to the next day to when Loretta and Saint Uncas have left the scene. I have no idea if Erebus is still unconscious in bed. We may soon find out. Or not lol))<br/><br/>A few hours later, the sun had risen and somewhere else in the village a rooster had sounded to greet the morning sun. The sound had traveled the span of the small town and through the windows of the Calm Leaf Tavern, rousing Abia from her rest.<br/><br/>It felt like somebody dropped a cannonball on her head. With a groan, she groggily lifted herself from her bed, placing her hand on her throbbing forehead. She remembered little of what happened the night before. The last thing that she could muster any form of memory of is her friend making a crazy cocktail for her and Nathan after she had made a spectacle of herself on stage. With a sigh and through clenched teeth, she muttered angrily under her breath, “dammit, Drew.” Cursing her bartending friend.<br/><br/>Resigned to a terrible day of tending the tavern, she whipped her blanket off of herself and swung her feet around to the side of the bed. The cool floor below her feet felt like the most welcoming sensation. If only that was on her head. Nevertheless, she stood up, hand still on her head, massaging it slightly as she took the first few steps towards the closed door of her bedroom, when she felt something strange. Was there a draft? Well, her windows weren’t exactly sealed shut, so a bit of wind surely would make its way into the room, but normally she’d rarely feel it on her skin beneath her nightgown.<br/><br/>A small itch crept onto her abdomen as she glanced around her bedroom. There’s another strange sensation. She felt her scratch that itch directly upon her skin instead of through fabric. Looking down, she very nearly screamed at her nude form. Not because she had never seen herself nude, far from it, that would be silly, but the implication as to why she would be nude in the first place. “What happened last night!?” She yelled out in fear and frustration, looking around the room for any sign or clue as to why her nightgown remained hanging untouched and her clothes just tossed about the floor.