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An anonymous tip, huh? Aven had always been a rather trusting individual, to say the least. More often than not, he'd give even a hardened criminal a chance to explain their motives, and he'd listen wholeheartedly. Recently, however, with the return of his memories, a hint of suspicion had crept into his everyday interactions; he found himself doubting the occasional, 'Nice talking to you', or questioning the text of a job board mission. It was a hard reality to face, that he couldn't simply trust others at their word as others could him, but facing it he was, slowly and surely.
This mission was no different. He'd overheard a rowdy group of men discussing a 'job' in River Village, and one of them had mentioned 'The Major' in an invariably gruesome anecdote. Aven could have confronted them at the time, but in a crowded Tavern, if his suspicions had been correct, the supposed Dark Wizards could have taken any number of hostages, and collateral damage was not an acceptable outcome for Aven. Instead, he'd contacted his Mother, and confirmed through her Military contacts that a Major in the Rune Knights was, indeed, visiting River Village later that week. It was all merely a matter of preparation, at that point, for him to be there when the Major arrived. More likely than not, the man was visiting a relative or something similar, and the Dark Wizards would strike when his guard was down. No guarantee that the Major couldn't handle his own, of course, but from Aven's perspective, erring on the side of caution was a much smarter play in this instance.
Aven lounged lightly on a bench near the edge of the village, his silky white suit waving softly every time the breeze passed by. He waved kindly to the villagers on their daily commutes, even having a few idle conversations. Despite outward appearances, however, Aven was on guard: there was something off about how he'd learned this information. Dark Wizards could be careless, just like anyone, but their wanton racket in the Tavern gave Aven the sneaking suspicion that they'd wanted to be heard. Perhaps, they were trying to score some points by catching a few Guild Wizards in the pot. If that was the case, they'd made a terrible mistake by offering Aven Alveron an invite to the party.
It was midday, by this point, when Aven spotted a woman idling about. She seemed young, a tussle of vibrant purple hair, and cool, blue eyes that shimmered like the ocean. There was a nervous shift in her stance, one he'd expect of someone who was expecting company, and not the good kind. He waved over to her. "Excuse me, Miss, you seem to be troubled. Is there something bothering you?" He smiled warmly, a default for the young man.
[Word Count: 472.]
[Word Count Total: 472/3000.]
This mission was no different. He'd overheard a rowdy group of men discussing a 'job' in River Village, and one of them had mentioned 'The Major' in an invariably gruesome anecdote. Aven could have confronted them at the time, but in a crowded Tavern, if his suspicions had been correct, the supposed Dark Wizards could have taken any number of hostages, and collateral damage was not an acceptable outcome for Aven. Instead, he'd contacted his Mother, and confirmed through her Military contacts that a Major in the Rune Knights was, indeed, visiting River Village later that week. It was all merely a matter of preparation, at that point, for him to be there when the Major arrived. More likely than not, the man was visiting a relative or something similar, and the Dark Wizards would strike when his guard was down. No guarantee that the Major couldn't handle his own, of course, but from Aven's perspective, erring on the side of caution was a much smarter play in this instance.
Aven lounged lightly on a bench near the edge of the village, his silky white suit waving softly every time the breeze passed by. He waved kindly to the villagers on their daily commutes, even having a few idle conversations. Despite outward appearances, however, Aven was on guard: there was something off about how he'd learned this information. Dark Wizards could be careless, just like anyone, but their wanton racket in the Tavern gave Aven the sneaking suspicion that they'd wanted to be heard. Perhaps, they were trying to score some points by catching a few Guild Wizards in the pot. If that was the case, they'd made a terrible mistake by offering Aven Alveron an invite to the party.
It was midday, by this point, when Aven spotted a woman idling about. She seemed young, a tussle of vibrant purple hair, and cool, blue eyes that shimmered like the ocean. There was a nervous shift in her stance, one he'd expect of someone who was expecting company, and not the good kind. He waved over to her. "Excuse me, Miss, you seem to be troubled. Is there something bothering you?" He smiled warmly, a default for the young man.
[Word Count: 472.]
[Word Count Total: 472/3000.]
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