Timestamp: 35th day of Winter, 512 AV
Adsila was walking along the outside of the walls of Syliras. It was her favorite thing to do early in the morning so she could see the new people that were coming, or to see what people have caught from their early hunts. Adsila was going to be going on a hunt herself, although she wasn’t sure what she was in the mood to hunt for yet. Adsila was walking around the outer wall of the city, coming back to the front gate when she seen a man that looked like he was new here.
Adsila watched him from a far to make sure that he was new, and that she wasn’t just assuming that he was new. But by the looks of things, he was anxious about being here and he wasn’t quite sure on what to do.
Should I go up and introduce myself to him? Adsila thought to herself. Adsila was keeping the thought in the back of her head that not many people liked Myrians no matter how hard she tried to prove to them that not all Myrian’s are the same. But this man looked different, this man looked like he wouldn’t care about her race and that he might just give her a chance. Well she hoped so, or else she might be doing a battle with this man and that was something that she really didn’t like to do. Sure Adsila would fight if it came down to her life being on the line, but the only thing that she really liked to kill was animal and that was usually for food.
Adsila made up her mind that she was going to take her chances and walk up to the man and see what was going on.
“Are you new here, or are you lost?” Adsila asked him, trying to sound nice and not rude.
“I am about to go on a hunt and was wondering if you would care to join me?”