Blood Trail (open)

[MERCY]

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[Saya]

Saya was not a girl that had much money at all. She hadn't even completed a single job, not yet at least, though she had signed up for one and expected it to fill up soon enough. In the meantime, how did she pay for simple things like food at this tavern? That was easy to answer, considering the fact that the Explorer's Guild provided for a lot of things. After all, there would hardly be any explorers at all if they all ended up dying due to starvation. And that aside, she had also done a few odd little jobs here and there. Like helping a little kid look for her lost puppy, that had been fun, even if the job had been low paying.

Truthfully though, Saya couldn't wait until she got an actual job and got a lot more En, though the most important thing to her was clearing the Labyrinth. And...ah, there was her food! Thanking the waitress, the thirteen year old began to dig in. And dig in she did. Saya...was a bit of a big eater, despite her appearance. And she had plenty of food on the plate. By the time that she noticed the odd woman in the tavern, bumping into people, Saya had already finished a lot of it. Granted, she had been there a while before the woman had been, but still.

Now, some people might say that a thirteen year old wasn't really suited for being in the tavern, and while that was mostly true, the people of the place had been convinced otherwise when they learned she was working for the sake of the guild in the city. They didn't just let ANYONE join them...or so she thought, anyway. And her katana seemed to impress upon everyone that she was serious about this.

So while she ate she kept a close eye on the woman stumbling around, and the little shogun had to admit, she was surprised when the woman just plopped down at the other chair at the table. If you asked her if she had been expecting THAT, the answer would have been a negative.

"O-Oh, um..." Saya was about to answer her when she noticed the blood.

"YOU'RE BLEEDING!" she exclaimed, looking at the wound with a frown. She was no doctor, but...surely there was one in the town SOMEWHERE, right? "You have to get to a doctor, stat!" she informed the older woman.