<div class="floatleft">(https://img0.etsystatic.com/103/0/8153743/il_214x170.843391366_mei9.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kaea<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Afternoon, present minus five hours<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>Kaea arrived in town in the middle of the afternoon, under grey skies and in a weird mood. On one hand, she was happy to be on the roads and to reach her first town as an adventurer, on the other she was slightly disappointed for her first trip to be so uneventful. She had been raised with stories of bandit-ridden roads, goblin-swarmed forests and mean people wanting bad stuff to happen. And yet here she was, she just walked two days without encountering a soul that didn't smile at her passing.<br/><br/>She walked into town wearing her long coat to ward off the afternoon chill. Underneath, she had a linen top stopping a few centimetres short of her navel. She was also wearing mid-thigh-long cotton shorts. Both in a shade of green under a brown-ish coat, she was meant to look rather discreet in the forests, which was totally offset by the tune she had been humming for the past two days.<br/><br/>Reaching the town square, she was once again disappointed by the stories she had been told. When heroes arrived in towns, there was always either someone to greet them or an immediate threat to be dealt with. Something to let the protagonist show off. And here again, nothing. She could see someone here and there going about their business, not paying a dime worth of attention to her.<br/><br/>Instead of pouting, a habit she was trying to break, Kaea lifted her arms in the air, opening her coat in the process, and yelled at the top of her lungs:<br/>"<strong>Beware, Amberdale !</strong>"<br/><br/>Doing so, she focused all of her might to conjure the most impressive she could. At least, she would've done so, if conjuring was actually about creating a portal to the nether realms and thinking strongly about something impressive.<br/>The purple sphere she knew formed in the middle of the town square, but instead of the fearsome creature she had expected, some kind of imp crawled out of it.<br/><br/>Red from horns to hooves, it was standing a few centimetres short of a meter tall. His furnished brow was nearly hiding his yellow eyes, but anyone could see how malicious they looked. His head was disproportionally big, along with his hands, and his high-pitched voice rapidly rang in the village as he started running around knocking stuff over.<br/><br/>Realising what was happening, Kaea started running after the small demon, desperately trying to knock it out with her walking stick.