"397, 398, 399, 400..." The young girl whispered to herself as she sat on an old withered tree stump. In her hand was a rather large coin purse, which she had been making sure all the expected coin was still there. After thoroughly examining the purse, she smiled and set it down beside her. With a tired sigh, she fell backwards on the old stump, and stared up at the sky with her crimson coloured eyes. Another job done. After almost a week of tracking, she had finally managed to find the dragon slavers. This job had required a lot of stealth and cunning. Luckily the girl possessed both of these qualities. With her quick thinking, she had easily made her way passed the slavers, and released their captive dragon in the middle of their camp. The girl didn't even need to unsheathe her blade after that... The dragon had made quick work of the unprepared and surprised slavers. After which it had thanked the girl for freeing them, and even offered to fly her to a location anywhere in Adela as repayment. However, the girl's expression changed from satisfaction to a somewhat depressed look. She remembered asking the large dragon of he had seen another of his kind. A much older dragon by the name of Xenin. The beast answered honestly, and did not recognize the name. The girl slowly leaned up and looked down at her chest. The small silver and purple amulet sat silently, glistening in the afternoon sun. She held it in one hand and observed it for a moment. What was the point? Why was she given this? What had her dragon mentor decided to keep a secret before his sudden disappearance? So many questions had ran through her head, but this wasn't unusual. She'd often find her mind going back to the amulet whenever she thought about her mentor. However, all thoughts were suddenly shattered with the abrupt interruption of a familiar voice behind her.
"Vaia, it's time to leave. The caravan is ready." Her head turned to see an older fellow dressed in commoner's clothes. "Huh? Oh Uhhh... Right." Vaia responded somewhat delayed. She slowly looked back at the amulet and quickly hid it underneath her chest piece. She stood up, grabbed the coin purse, adjusted the blade on her back, and followed the man down the path...
Out of everyone in the caravan, Vaia was probably the one who stood out the most. Her long violet hair, bright red bandana, and dark violet clothing made her stick out. However, that was the intention. Vaia usually cared little about her looks, as they never helped her accomplish her goals before. Evident by the long blade on her back, she wasn't the most... "Lady like" girl. Still only 15 years of age, her mindset was only looking for one thing. Accomplishment. To put it simply, she was a merc. Most would be surprised by this fact. Her young age and status as a girl built onto their shock. But that never changed the fact that she was damn good at her job. Her long silver outlined blade wasn't normal. Or at least, not anymore. In Ketra she managed to pay a wizard a very large sum of gold to put an enchantment on her weapon. Now it had the power to release magical energy at her opponents with every swing, as well as give the holder very fast reaction time and speed. Best part was that no one else could use her sword in the same way. The enchantment was bounded to Vaia alone. The weapon which she carried in a long sheath on her back went by the name of "Phantom Bite" it's sharp edge had carried her through many dangers, and never once failed her. For now however, her hands stayed tightly gripped along the reigns of her horse. As the large wooden wagon traveling beside her slowly made it's way through the thicket of the Draconi forest. She tried to stand out for a simple reason. Were the common bandit raid occur, they'd most likely see her first, thinking she was an easy target. Of course they'd be wrong if they decided to proceed under this assumption. But by the time they realized that, the wagon would already be too far ahead for them to think about ignoring the girl and going after it.
After many hours of uneventful travel, the group had reached their destination. Vaia sat on her horse silently, staring at the city of Ketra... Capital of Adela. After quickly observing the plains that divided her and the city, she waved her hand, signalling the caravan that the path was safe. After she waved it through, it wasn't long until they had reached the main gates. The sun had started to set on the horizon as she approached the guards waving the common traders, visitors, mercenaries and so on through. She didn't get much more then an odd look before given permission to enter the city...
Now the rest of the evening Vaia had already planned. She'd spend some of the gold at her favourite inn, and rest for the night. After all, she was very tired. Probably not the best condition for being on the job, but luckily that factor was never put to the test. Her shoulders were sore, and so was her back. Despite a Phantom being relatively light, it still wore Vaia down if she had it worn for extended periods of time. She'd need to look into that. Maybe there was a spell she cold put on it to make lighter? However, the most unusual thing was how heavy her neck felt... Something was odd about it, but she payed little attention.
A few minutes from entering the large city, Vaia quickly dispatched the horse. It wasn't hers after all. The caravan leader quickly thanked her for her service, and gave her the agreed amount of gold. She took it, and turned down the street... The girl's senses had been somewhat dulled from fatigue, which was why she had no idea a small group of shady looking Draconians had been eyeing her carefully from a distance...