The village of Uthlyn was a peaceful and quiet. The wind was blowing gently, the summer air warm and comforting. At the entrance of the village, two strange looking figure walked into the village. A young girl with light brown hair in pigtails, and a long, white flowy dress. And a man, a little older than the girl, with lond black hair in a tie, and red and silver armer, his hand on the base of his swored.
The girl's eyes were bright, full of curiousity, looking around the small village. This was an exiting time of her life, and her first time in a human village. She was happy, happy to be able to spend more time with her older brother.
The young man, on the other hand, was careful, his eyes glaring ahead. He disliked having to go somewhere with a lardge population, expecualy with his younger sister. He was very protective of her. After all, humanity couldn't exsist without Life.
The unusual pair walked into the closest inn, sitting down at the farthest table, watching the crowed.