Royal Fighter

Not Welcome.

Raindrops fell off the hood of the cloaked figure that had just entered the tavern, eyes fluttered over to them and then went back to their conversations. Taking a seat at the bar she slung her hood down and looked up to meet the familiar eyes of the owner.

"What will it be this time?" He asked looking at the soaked clothing she wore.

"Ale and something to eat." She muttered making it clear she wasn't in the mood to do much talking. Looking up as he walked away she pulled off the cloak and threw it on the seat next to her, it had pissed it down as soon as she had left the forest to ride back in to town. Pulling out a few coins from her purse she dropped them onto the counter where a cup was shortly placed next to them.

"Do you need a room tonight or are you off out again?" A voice asked from beside her, glancing up she closed her eyes with a tight-lipped smile.

"Nice to see you too Renfri, didn't know I had to tell you what I'm doing." She sassed as the stool shifted, Renfri now looking to her made a snort of protest and threw a small piece of bread at her.

"Don't give me that shit, you know I just want to make sure you're safe." Renfri spoke as if she actually cared for the girl next to her. Well, she did but then again so did everyone else.

"I don't have any plans, I'll get a room later." She mumbled back gaining a sultry nod from her friend.

"I got you them herbs you were wanting." Renfri spoke as she slid a small glass bottle containing around ten stick like plants with small dark petals hanging off each. With a smile shot her way she slipped the bottle into her bag and switched it with a small package that she pulled out. Turning to Renfri she held out her hand and placed it into her hands. Watching as a shocked look appeared onto Rens face she chuckled deeply and turned to the food that had just been placed down in front of her.

"Holy shit! You found one?!" Ren asked in a state of shock and what seemed like pleasure whilst observing the item.

"I told you I would get you one." She said between a bite of her food.

In Renfris hand was a piece of cloth, in the middle sat a short blade. It was a dark metal, looking almost black it looked dangerous, and it was. Forged from a rare metal and cursed by a mage it was a devastating weapon of destruction, unless you knew how to use it. Taught by Yolanda, having one herself, Renfri had been wishing for one since the day she first held one.

"Thank you Anda." She said smiling to her, as they left each other to their own devices.

Finishing her food, she pushed away the plate and held up her cup to the bartender who came over and filled it up, then left briskly taking the plate with him.

Sliding her hand into her pocket she found what she was looking for and placed it lightly on the bar infront of her. It was a silver coin held onto a chain with a wolf on the front, she had it since she could remember and would never trade it for anything.

Silence drew over the tavern as the door opened and in came a tall cloaked figure. Unlike the girl, this man was not welcomed to the towns people. Ignoring the silence, he made his way over to the bar finding the barmaid.

"What will it be?" Isadora asked him as she walked up to him.

"Point me to the alderman's house." A deep raspy voice replied as Anda broke out of her daydream hearing it.

"It's down the alley to the left-" She started to describe the directions but was swiftly shutdown as the barman rushed over shoving down empty tankards on to the end of the bar.

"Isadora!" He cut her off giving her a stern look making her walk away as he took her place. Out of the corner of her eye Anda could see the almost disgusted and hateful look that the barman shot at the man.

"We don't want your kind here, Witcher." He stated leaving no room for arguments.

"The alderman, tell me where he is and I'll be on my way." He fought back calmly.

"You don't give the orders around here you mutant son of a bitch." A voice perked up from behind Anda making her clench her hands in frustration. She could just feel a headache starting as the Witcher turned to see a man stood there.

"Hear that? Go. On your own or at the end of a rope, your choice." The bartender bit watching the scene in front of him.

"Not a hard choice." The Witcher spoke pushing lightly up and beginning to walk away.

"Yeah, fuck that. Kill him with your bare hands if you have to." Andas patience begging to grow thin with the barkeep as men behind Nohorn making her roll her eyes.

"C'mon, Witcher. You're not scared of us, are ya? Show us what you've got." Nohorn taunted as Anda shot a look to Renfri making her nod.

"Can you not leave it alone for a moment?" Renfri said as she dropped her bread and stood up facing them all.

"Witchers can't be trusted." Barkeep began before he was stopped by Renfri.

"I'm not speaking to you. I apologise for my man's interference in your day. Hopefully he can improve his behaviour by tomorrow's market." She spoke as if placing a threat to Nohorn.

"Sorry, Renfri. Come on, lads." Nohorn replied turning away and waking off.

"Beer for my friend here and one for me." Renfri ordered as the barkeep just made a grunt and crossed his arms defiantly. "I am speaking to you now, good sir." She continued with a bit of force as Anda snorted a bit when he finally moved. She shoved her cup forwards, from knowledge he knew not to hesitate anymore and passed them all their drinks as Anda blocked out the conversation around her.

Renfri nudged her as she saw Marilka enter causing her to look up meeting her eye. Standing she slid on her cloak and without a word left the tavern already heading to see Stregobor.

ANDA'S POV:

Looking up at the tower in front of me I rolled my eyes before walking straight through the door and into the sunlight. Infront of me stood a few ladies as bare as they could be. Avoiding looking down I handed my cloak to one who left as quick as she had come, and in her place came Stregobor.

"Ah my dear, you made it. I wasn't sure if you'd be back yet but here you are." He spoke jolly as if he were trying to get me to agree to something.

"What do you need Stregobor?" I got to the point as he pulled a smile and led me to a corner where he pulled out a large bag of coins and handed them to me.

"This is the payment for your previous job." He started as he then began to frown. " Now I must tell you something very important okay." A serious expression pulled over his face as he reached into my pocket and pulled out my pendent. "I believe that your father gave you this when you were born. I've been researching as much as I can and it all leads back to one person. An old Witcher. He is long dead now, but he died around the time you showed up here in Blaviken with no memories. I believe he may be the one who raised you." He spoke as I stared down at the pendant now in my hand. Was it possible? Could he have raised me?