Characters: Frimelda and open!
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Frimelda took up a
hunt. Who wants to gate crash/join in?
Location: Just outside of and the area around Lake Bresha.
Date: February 10, 1805
Warnings: Violence, possibly.
The routine was familiar, and Frimelda fell into it pretty quickly.
Though in the clan she had rarely been the one to sign up for missions - Luso had usually seen to that, whilst everyone sat around in the pub and offered their services - she had always been a part of the routine. Mark, mission start. The journey there. The actual mission. Success, if all went well. The return, and the possible reward.
She wanted to take a look around Gaia, too, and this solved several things in one shot. Help others, explore, and make some gil. Despite the fact she was happy to be nomadic, and had wandered many a place and slept under the stars, she did need to eat, once in a while. There was only so much of unfamiliar plant life guessing she could take.
It hadn't taken her long to get to Lake Bresha and the surrounding woods. There was... not quite an omnious presence, but she had the feeling of being watched. Perhaps by the mark, perhaps by something else. Frimelda didn't let it bother her. She double checked her phone, for the location she was in, before putting it away and unsheathing a sword. Now, was the tricky part - if the monster didn't reveal itself, it would be a matter of finding it.