Wind Spear Hills. Triel.
This was a city with a long history. Though it had weathered several wars and even been destroyed once, its people had eventually rebuilt it. It stood very close to the Wind Spear Hills and near the Forest Elves. The Time of Troubles had now taken a considerable toll on the city, and a sprawling refugee camp could be seen outside its walls. However, Triel had one advantage over other places: a formidable defensive force, which had kept its losses during the demon attacks relatively small.
Trimut Tavern.
A tall figure pushed open the door and stepped inside. Though she wore a cloak, it could not conceal her shapely curves or her long, fiery-red hair. She was a female adventurer, and a beautiful one with an exceptional figure at that. Many people in the tavern turned to look, and a few frivolous men even whistled at her. But when her icy gaze swept over them, they immediately ducked their heads and fell silent.
That gaze was exceedingly dangerous.
As adventurers who had spent years living on a knife's edge, they knew very well that such a gaze usually belonged to a woman with plenty of blood on her hands.
This woman was powerful. She was certainly not someone they could afford to provoke.
The tall, alluring woman scanned the tavern, then fixed her gaze on a man sitting in a corner.
He was a rather down-and-out middle-aged adventurer with a thick beard. His equipment was somewhat shabby, as though it had gone unrepaired for a long time.
"Are you Andre?"
The beautiful woman with fiery-red hair walked straight up to the middle-aged adventurer and sat across from him without ceremony. "Judging by the scar on your neck, you must be Andre Lott?"
The middle-aged man looked