Leila Vergious • Golden Phoenix • D Rank
The cemetery deep in Cursed Lands. Well, Leila certainly did not think she would end up here at any point in her life, even after her death. She definitely waned to be buried somewhere more sunny, that much she knew. But here she was, standing and staring at the front gate with both hands behind her head, making her look somewhat curios as she just kinda stood there with very little motion to her body. Many different thoughts were running across her mind, but in the end, she could only sigh and look around. There was someone she was actually waiting for. Someone who would be helping her today. It wasn't exactly a contract per say, but the old man was sitting right there by the gate. And he was the one who was willing to pay for few broken bones, as this place was littered with the undead. It wasn't exactly every day you would get to be on an adventure like this, so the girl didn't exactly mind either. It would be something new and possibly exciting too. And as far as she heard, these chumps weren't exactly the strongest either.
So maybe this could also serve as some neat training for her and the man that was coming. She had only met him recently, but he did seem like a nice guy who could use some training himself. And while she wouldn't consider herself newbie in experience, her powers were far from perfect in her current state. For that reason, she had her trusty silver bow strapped to her back, adding to the midnight blue colored cloth armor she was wearing and the golden bell secured inside of one of her pockets. With these three pieces of equipment, she was more than capable taking care of herself even with her currently limited magic. Not that this little distraction would be too much of a problem as far as she knew. Now to just wait for Arete to arrive.