It was hot, which was unusual for a sea-faring town such as Hargeon. Normally, there was fresh salt breeze in the air to keep the town cool. Yet the air was unnaturally stagnant, and the sun blistered on overhead. Heat alone made most of Hargeon remain indoors, in the shade where they could keep somewhat cool. There was perhaps only a handful of people willing to venture out in the scorching light of the sun at high noon. One of those people happened to be a certain fire slayer, one who hardly broke a sweat in the heat. If anything the high temperatures felt more than nice, she was almost at home. Which is perhaps why her guard was down or that she didn't pick up on the fact that something felt off about Hargeon that day.
The buxom blonde was a wandering mage for hire, always having a plethora of tasks to accomplish just to keep her mind off of certain things. Most of her jobs were odd jobs, not necessarily legal but she wasn't killing or swindling anyone out of money. Besides considering the hefty bounty upon her head it wasn't as if she could waltz into a legal guild and take on any old job. Any sane person would have her in cuffs if they knew of the destruction she had single-handedly caused. In fact the reason that the mage was in Hargeon that day was simply to turn in a few jobs that she had taken upon herself. With reward in hand the blonde now had the whole day to herself, and a whole town to explore. Hargeon town had its own array of sight and sounds to entertain her, the ocean not too far off, but her legs carried her away from the ocean and towards a local watering hole.
Bars were one of her favorite places to inhabit these days. She didn't have a drinking problem or anything of the like, though she did enjoy a good flaming shot of liquor, but she found that there was always interesting people there. That was where she picked up half of her odd jobs anyways. The bar in question was named, "The Black Mare" and seemed nice but questionable. Already it seemed to promise some sort of excitement considering the various mages, most of them seeming to be inexperienced, were lined up outside of the bar. They looked prepared for war that is if they were fighting feeble warriors. Venir was about to question one of them as to what was going on when she felt the presence that lay in wait inside of the bar.
"Back up and get out of here."
She crossed her arms over the swell of her chest, amethyst orbs narrowing into dangerous slits. The young mages looked at the blonde that had addressed them, rebellious word dying out on their lips as they looked at the woman. Even as novices they could realize that they were in a different league, and a few of them muttered to each other, whispers of who the bombshell blonde might be. "Is that the girl that burned down that one guild?"
or "I heard there's a female slayer that one time destroyed an entire city!"
the best was, "She looked a man dead in the eyes and he burst in to flames right then and there!"
They were almost amusing accusations had some of them not been true. Venir unfortunately could claim that she had indeed burned a certain guild down, and accidentally upon a few jobs destroyed parts of a town... Any other rumors in which the mages whispered of were either blown out of proportion or just ridiculous. Still, whether they rumors were true or not the mages did back away from the blonde, and more importantly the bar. Venir maneuvered through towards the bar, letting herself in with the other mages watching as nothing more than onlookers.
"Well, what do we have here? Looks like a party."
She chirped, leaning against the entrance to the bar as she eyed over the woman within. There was no doubt that this woman was the source of the power that she had felt. Something sinister was within the air and made Venir bristle, the lacrima in her belly igniting with fire. She was already ready to defend herself if the need arose but for now she'd try and discern just what her threat was. Judging off of appearance alone the woman seemed to be of demon like nature which put Venir in a tricky spot considering she was a being designed to slay gods. It'd make things more difficult but not impossible, "You know I think next time you should really order off of the menu. I heard that Hargeon has a great selection of sea food."
She gave the woman a grin before moving away from the exit and slinking further within the bar. Her boots clicked against the floor, burning her footprints in the wood. Her hips swayed with every step, and blonde tresses tickled against her tailbone. "So what do you say? How about we sit down, have a drink, and talk over just what it is you're doing here?"
One hand tucked a stray hair behind her ear, while the other rested on her hip, feeling the exposed skin there and the heat that emanated from it. "Unless you'd rather not talk?"
Her smile fell and a challenging glint appeared in her eyes, which was accompanied with a loud crack of her knuckles.