Simpletons... [Solo]

Vyllaea turned her nose up against the wind. The scents of what was probably upturned garbage cans in the alleys. She didn't care. She was livid. This place, even though it held so much promise, was all for nothing when all was said and done. People were always the same.

Thieves.

Lairs.

Backstabbing traitors.

People who Vyllaea had little to no time with.

As such, she practically threw the man who she had curled up in her fist to the ground. Obviously, he had been rather beaten beforehand before she could even do so. The poor bastard tried to come near her for sympathy.

All she could think about was how his begging and his very touch marked the clothing that she wore.

With a look of distaste on her face, she turned away from him, walking away.

"Such a simpleton, thinking I would bother to help someone like you..." She muttered darkly, wondering what else this place would have to offer her...

And she had no idea of the name she was already making for herself.