_{It was a dark place. One of those places, she would actually try to avoid. Nontheless did fate brought her here for a certain purpose. What purpose? Who could tell. Probably new signs of Vanille. Who could tell. Maybe it was another new group member she would need to meet,or…well worse. Perhaps it was one of those time twists, which the pulsian warrior would need to fix. Yeah…that would be kind of possible.} 

_{Step by step,the tall female would walk over the grassy grounds, the cobbled streets. She passed several smaller villages and huge towns - at least this world was not as dead as others,she had been forced to wander trough.} 

_{During the pulsian’s wanderings, she had fought a few odd foes. Black ‘things’ crawling around the earth and hiding in shadows. A raucous growl was all the female said, as she passed another pathfinder that called her attention on another,recent village. Couldn’t she just meet whoever she should meet and leave? Yeah,during her wanderings,Fang had often helped a few people,just for gaining some…gil? She defintely had to find an inn for the night. Sleeping outside was an option,but nothing she would favour at the moment} 

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_{“Alright, your room is upstairs. Breakfast’ll be served at 8 am,dinner around 9 pm. Is the-” The innkeeper was quite overweighted,but one of those happy,lighthearted fellows,moreover pretty kind. Piercing green hues narrowed in swift gentleness,ere the dragoon gave a quick answer. “It’s okay,lady. Ah’m fine.” People were not always that amicable -  Fang had learned to respect such petty giveaways. Whilst the dragoon emptied the content of her leather purse onto her palm, Fang kept an eye on her surroundings.}

_{A lot of guys and peps drinking and celebrating whatsoever. Like she cared. She was rather looking for a place where she could sit down and rest,drinking something and plotting her next few steps. A whiskey or booze would be bodacious right now. With a faint smirk upon those bleach red lips, the pulsian would hand the innkeeper some coins,shortly before she rose her voice again,her forearms resting upon the bar table. “How 'bout givin’ meh yer best bottle of booze,eh?”}