The air was fresh here, crisp... this village was so quaint, and Ahti was glad to be here. She looked back, the smoke of her tribe's camp visible in the distance. She turned and smiled to the town. She pulled her hood up to hide her long blue hair, and walked easily into the village. She could hear slight laughter, and children, the chatter of bartering merchants and gossiping housewives. She felt somehow uneasy, it was an almost alien way of life to her.<br/><br/>"Fresh bread, baked fresh just this morning by my wife!" One merchant called. Ahti had a few spare coins, and the thick smell of savory barley bread made her mouth water. She counted out a few of the coins, from her leather pouch, replaced the rest in a side pocket of her bag, which sat on her back, aside her hammer, all covered by her rough, cloth robe.<br/><br/>"One loaf of yer barley bread if you please." Ahti's voice flitted, staccato. She counted out the coins carefully... She had never been taught to properly count, so it was difficult to figure out the meanings of the different coins. She readied to hand the coins, when a startled man came running, slamming into her, shouting about monsters. her coins jingled as they hit the ground, and she followed suit, grunting lightly.<br/><br/>He blue features caught the attention of the Baker, who pointed, but his wife's shriek overshadowed anything he may have said. Ahti, the baker, and a half dozen turned to see a creature of coal black skin standing not far off. Ahti saw in front of it a young woman. Her protective instinct overtook her, and she quickly stood, drawing her Hammer, a large, stone bludgeon, Those around her fled, even the young woman who stood before the beast fled under it, and ran.<br/><br/>Ahti gripped the hammer as the monster snarled and dove over the young woman, with a roar of her own, that vibrated deep in her chest, akin to the sound of a crashing tsunami, Ahti charged the beast, who looked to her just in time to meet her heavy hammer... Tumbling end over end, the creature rolled backwards, Ahti was known for few things, her blue hair, her inability to cook, her nonsensical disdain for children... and of course, her powerful hammer swings.<br/><br/>She looked up to see the girl fleeing, "Wait!" She called, but was stopped from saying any more by the sound of more snarling, she readied her hammer to see four more of the foul creatures, one's fangs dripped crimson. Her heart sank. She turned and followed the tracks of the young woman.