Re: Elizabeth (Tiffanian)
Slowly Elizabeth made her way to the tower that seemed the most likely point where she would earn her next meal. And if all went according to plan, she might finally earn much more than a meal. The people of the nearby town had offered a good deal of pay, though only very little up front. Apparently the vast majority of the young women had been abducted from their homes or the town, and taken somewhere, though no one knew why. Of course the young men had gone off to rescue them, though none had returned. Only the old and the very young had remained in the town. It made it seem like a suicide mission, though it would have been suicide not to take it as well; until just now she hadn't eaten in almost a week, and had been desperate to find something, anything that people would pay her to do.
The tower itself only reinforced the idea that this was a suicide mission. It was immensely and made of pure black stone, no windows anywhere on it. She could also feel an intense magical aura emanating from the tower; she had some talent with magic, though she had only managed to learn a few cantrips over the course of her short life, and even so the magical aura pervaded the area, even so far from the tower. It had a decidedly evil tone to it, and Elizabeth was almost certain some sort of demon was inside. As she looked around she couldn't see anything guarding the entrance, the only one of which seemed to be on the right corner of the building from her perspective. How odd... she thought, making her way closer. There was a fairly simple metal door for an entrance, and she almost reached for the tools she used to try and pick the locks on doors, though she tried it first, just to see if it worked. And it did, the door swinging open freely. This is just too strange. It's like they want people to come in... This is obviously a trap. But... I can't turn back. I accepted this job, and I can't just go back to wandering aimlessly, hoping I find something before I starve to death she thought, drawing her old, beaten up and nicked sword and walking through the door. She found herself in an empty room, about mid-sized, with doors to her left and in front of her. Which door do I choose? I suppose at this point it doesn't matter, I have no reason to choose one over the other. I'll just go straight ahead. she decided, walking forward and cautiously attempting to open the southern door.