<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uqGUNNX.png)</div>It felt absolutely blissful setting her feet on solid ground again, thought Bell as she sauntered down the gravel road, towards the settlement. And while she was willing to aid the local guard, protect the settlement and contribute to its growth, her gaze was set on another prize. It was the secrets and mysteries that lay scattered around the continent, that her Archfey so eagerly yearned for.<br/><br/>The raven-haired beauty sauntered up to the town's inn, a homely looking establishment with a faded sign that read "The World’s End tavern". A swift breeze caught her on her way and made her pitch black hair sway playfully in the air. This, in turn, caused her to shiver slightly. Based on her set of clothes, which were actually draped layers of diaphanous fabric held together by a metal skeleton underneath, causing hints and teasing glimpses of her form as she walks, it was obvious she was used to a much warmer climate. Thank god she brought some spare clothes with her. A messenger type of bag was strapped to her back, while her waist carried some pouches and a crooked wooden wand. The latter looked definitely like it was carved by hand out of some dark wood.<br/><br/>While Bell was used to solitude and usually preferred to keep to herself, She knew she might be better off with some companions. There was word spreading about a commission at the town hall. However, the grumbling in her belly made her stride straight for the tavern.<br/><br/>The wide ground floor of the inn was filled with people, both locals and travelers. Busty maids carried trays stacked with large clay tankards of ale, foam spilling over the lips of the likely home-made drinking vessels. Dice clattered on wooden tables as men dropped coins and shouted with elation. Songs of women and battle echoed from corners, lyrics slurred and quick from ale-soaked voices. Hot bowls of stew were poured, heavy portions of pork were cut, and all the smells and sounds mixed together to create a picture-perfect feasting hall.<br/><br/>Few took notice of the lithe, lush maiden that entered the inn. Bell’s dark, almond eyes, catlike in their inquisitive nature, however, scanned from corner to corner as she made her way inside. She surprisingly found a small empty table at one end of the Inn. She patiently awaited her turn to be served some of the delicious smelling stew. The flickering of oil lamps which littered the room illuminated her flawless skin as well as that pretty face which displayed an arcane brand on her forehead, seemingly a sigil she carried proudly.<br/>