Burn brightly

'Here you go missy'

At that same moment a small plate with a roughly cut bread on it, was being shoved onto the table. And upon the sight of what this tavern dared to called lunch, Karen couldn't help but to look contemplated at the man serving her food. But upon seeing the man Karen's appetite dwindled even more so.
'Don't be picky now, it might not look like it. But it's good enough to eat'

The man itself was clearly overweight, and carried a rather greasy scent all around him. His skin that almost glistened from the sweat that apparently did nothing else then pour continuously out of his veins the entire day.
'It's not the food I am picky about' responded Karen bluntly, but unlike she wanted she didn't get a rise out of the man at all. In fact he looked so much unbothered by her sarcastic remark that Karen actually doubted if the man even understood he was being insulted. Realizing this Karen let out a huge sigh and threw a poorly filled purse towards the man. 'Just bring me some wine'

A smile appeared on the man's face as he heard the tinkling sounds of jewels coming from out the purse, and immediately scuffled away. Unknowingly that purse and it's contents had an entirely different owner just a few hours before. Namely an unknown middle aged couple, who were traveling per cart to a new life. However that journey came to an abrupt end when they encountered Karen on the middle of the road, who without even thinking twice about it created a fire explosion right in front of the cart. Immediately burning the ox that was pulling the cart, along with the steersman to a smoldering crisp.
The blast itself pushed the remainders of the cart of it's tracks, enough so that it flipped sidewards while the man's possessions scattered all across the road. Along with another human being, a woman. Someone was supposed to be pretty for her age, if it wasn't for the blistering black skin that currently ruined her face.

Hearing her still grasping for air Karen decided to end the woman's life first. Since she didn't saw the need for her to suffer in pain when Karen was only sitting here to rob the very first human being that she came across. No that just wasn't right in her book, she shouldn't let people suffer for something so disrespectful as stooping so low as a common bandit.

Karen made her way to the rubble of her small mayhem, and eventually found the woman laying on the ground. She didn't move at all, and she didn't seem to scream. But she was in shock, that Karen was sure of. Since the woman's eyes were looked around chaotically, probably unable to comprehend what just happened.
Without further delay Karen put the heel of her boot against the woman's neck, and with a rough notch she heard a snapping sound of the bones that were being dislocated from each other.
Luckily for Karen her search for money ended there as well, as she saw a small brownish purse laying next to the woman.

Her thoughts on what she had done was being disturbed when the fat owner from the tavern brought her a dented iron carafe filled with wine. And once again the sight of what the man placed on the table before her was not very appealing. The dents in the carafe and cup were so big that you barely pour the wine out normally.
'Great, you even manage to make wine distasteful...'
Yet the man had already scuffled away, unable to hear the remark Karen just made. With another sigh Karen started to pour the wine in an equally dented cup. Only so that she could wash away the stale taste of the bread.

Karen's cold demeanor didn't flinch for even a second, when the old man bluntly decided to take place in the seat right across from her. Instead she decided to answer the man's rather intense glare with a curious gaze. While in her head she started to put a story together on who this man could be.
Deciding from his outer appearance alone, Karen could come to only one conclusion. That this guy was some local senile fool, or that this was nothing more then a down on his luck vagabond whose solitude had made him socially awkward.

Karen still didn't know on what to do with the recently gained company, should she intimidate him and force the guy to leave, so that she once again could sit here alone. Or should she just let him sit there, glaring at her continuously while she continued swallowing down the food. Or she could always humor the man and say something to him, it was clear that he wanted some kind of attention from her.

'I suggest not eating what I am having old-timer' Karen eventually said 'The food itself might get you sick'

Karen's jaw dropped open, giving her a rather confused look. While in her mind she could only ask herself, if she actually heard the man correctly.

In an instant the the man, whom Karen presumably disregarded as nothing more then some senile old fool had dropped the entire vagabond flair around him, and said something that threw Karen entirely off her game. The man managed to look straight through her care-free act and could see her for whom she really was.

In a fast and rough manner Karen stood immediately up from her seat, throwing the crooked chair of it's poor balance and make it fall to the ground. Her hands were made into fists and engulfed themselves in orange flames as she took a defensive stance.
Something in that man's voice just now, made her jump up. Scared maybe even, not because he amusingly already knew where she got the money from. But the fact that she couldn't place the guy, where did that sharp mind come from? Why is it that she couldn't feel any magic power flowing from him and yet got scared of him anyway.

'Who.. who are you?'

Not knowing what else to do in this situation Karen immediately but careful, reached for the chair she had just pushed over. The flames around her fists dwindled into nothingness as he let her arms hang besides her. She didn't really knew why she listed to him, but somewhere in his suggestive tone laid a underlining power of authority. A will that would not break easily, and expected to be listened to when asked. It didn't show, but subconsciously it reached Karen making her acknowledge the man.

'I..I am Fioran' Karen eventually replied when she had taken a seat once again 'However I've spent most of my young adult life in Bosco..' Her voice had a certain caution in it, making it more then obvious that she choose her words carefully only so that she wouldn't reveal certain details and aspect of her former life. Which wasn't so rare, not many people would take to kindly to a girl who made her living by killing others. Especially when it was for the entertainment of other people.

'What about you?' she eventually asked a bit blunt. 'Are you from around these parts?'

Karen looked a bit dumbfounded upon hearing the first part the man's answer, it was a rather cryptic one. And something she failed to comprehend, not because she was lacked the intellect. No not at all, she could be quite sharp if she wants to be, she was molded through countless battles and survival. So she was far from dumb, it was just intellect was focussed on something else. It was very self involved actually, only looking out for herself and her alone. So when something would suggest that there was something more to them then meets the eye, Karen would often not really understand why. The perfect example of this was off course Lyserg, whom to other with a more focussed mind easily could see through the man's ruse. While in Karen's eyes she saw nothing more then an old vagabond.

In fact you even could call her dense in situations like this, which was proven by the fact that she would engage in the daily chit chat she and the man were conducting. Well not so much daily, since it's contents were about murdering and pillaging for some part. But daily as daily could get for her.

'Ehm.. well I don't know to be honest' replied Karen, with a rather bored tone 'I am just traveling around you know. Not because I want to see the world or anything, I just am... wandering I guess. Hoping to get something on my path again, may it be bad or good...'