Re: Unnoticed Victims (Ubberific) GM'd by MAF
Checking with the maid the maid quickly gave Seras 20 denarii. "
That's enough for a caravan if you don't want to believe me. Count yourself lucky if all they do is molest you." she cautioned Seras.
And then Seras was off, walking along the path where a few people walked here and there, passing her and often giving her prolonged stares. There wasn't exactly a caravan center in the shady part of Badaria, but there was a gathering of caravans, and their owners all seemed to huddle into a bar/Inn to drink and sleep while leaving many guards on duty to protect their goods, which included various men and women in cages. One of the men suddenly jumped at Seras from within his cage. "
Get me outta here! I'll fuck you good! I'll be a good boy!!!" he cried desperately, before two guards protecting that particular wagon huddled closer, giving Seras a cautionary glare to keep away or there'd be trouble.
On the inside of the building were all the caravan masters. A well-built man with two axes on his back was sitting at the bar next to another muscular man with a claymore strapped to his back. Both were sharing tall pints and laughing together, though their topics of conversation were often lewd and barbaric.
In the corner of the room
a rather beautiful demoness with fair white skin sat with two men who seemed to be her companions. One was a demon with purple skin, and the other with red. Both were fairly thin but quite dexterous in appearance. Their conversation was quiet, unable to hear a sound over the noises of drinks clicking against tables and other, louder patrons.
And then there was
that guy. Or thing, depending on one's description. He sat all alone at a table, and rightly so, as no one in the room even sat in tables near him due to his massive size, easily twice as tall as Seras, and many more times as wide. He was a giant in his own right, and had many defining characteristics. A large single horn coming out of his head, various tattoos decorated on his body in red color, and a loose robe that seemed to be in ribbons, either from travel or combat. Unlike others in the room, he didn't seem to care too much to glance at Seras when she arrived, he was only focused on his meal, on a plate large enough to feed five families, and his large 'cup', which was actually the entire keg of ale.