<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ptDFgXk.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">HP: 31/31<br/>AC: 19<br/><br/>Long Sword: +6 Atk, 1d8+4 dmg<br/>Passive Perc: 13<br/></div></div></div><br/>How long had it been? Kayla couldn't tell. The memories of the start of her journey were too vague to tell. Except... except for the start. Finding the armour and weapons, putting them on, heart-wrenchingly marching away from her home, her family, unable to stop herself, unable to even think of doing so... It was days... probably days, until she could do anything more than walk in a straight line towards her goal, whatever that was, resting wherever she happened to be when exhaustion caught up to her. Thankfully, she had managed to come to her senses before marching right over a cliff, though that had involved an embarrassingly long period of hugging a tree until most of her body started listening to her again. And then a while more, just so that she could be sure that it would keep doing so. But even then, she couldn't go back, no matter how much she longed to. The thought was nearly unthinkable and she knew, somehow, that even attempting to stray from the.. thing that pulled at her would simply cause her to once again fall into that horrid walking trance. Besides, she wanted to do this, in a strange way. Not that it was her desires, really. It just felt... right to do so and doing anything else felt really, really wrong. Even taking detours from the straight path towards her goal was difficult, only achievable once she persuaded herself that doing so would be much faster or much safer.<br/><br/>Now, Kayla found herself in front of this inn in this small town. Small, at least, to more well-travelled people. Kayla only knew that it was much larger than her small village. And in this inn was her goal. She was sure of it, even having circled the inn to make sure that it didn't lay somewhere past it. She could do this now, the power tugging at her having weakened over time. Or did it do so because she accepted her strange quest? She wasn't sure. Neither did she know what she was brought to this inn to do. Surely, there was more to it than simply being there. Was she to fight? The weapons and armour certainly suggested so, though she would have had some very pointed words to the makers of it, should she ever meet them, about questions of protection and modesty. Already, she was getting strange looks from passers-by. But she was delaying needlessly now, she knew. And the power knew, increasing its tug, causing her to walk forward.<br/><br/>As soon as Kayla entered the inn, her gaze snapped to her goal and finally, she knew what she was here for. It was all she could do to stop herself from walking right through the middle of the inn, and, incidentally, through the fighting ring, instead making her way around, careless of the patrons, until she reached the collared woman. "My name is Kayla.", she told her. "I will follow you and protect you until..." She paused for a moment of concentration, followed by a shudder. "...until the thought of not doing so doesn't fill me with disgust, I guess." It wasn't a request or an offer. Simply a statement of how things were now.<br/><br/>And with that, Kayla could feel the tug that had been with her for so long disappear, the release so strong that it caused her to take a step back. It seemed that its job was done, replace by a new need. One that, she guessed, she wouldn't be rid of so quickly. Without asking permission, she took a seat at the table. Maybe there would be explanations now, or questions, perhaps, from the woman that was now under her protection or from the elf that Kayla only now noticed.