(So, Mentos left Kendra open, but if anyone else wanted to have her, feel free)
McKayla sat in the darkened, quiet corner of the tavern, sipping at her tall glass of warm milk with a biscuit on the side and a short book she had found along the way. The spirit in her head continued to abolish her for her choice of celebration for the immediate night after their victory over Magatha, but she had gotten used to ignoring it by now. And besides, no sense getting drunk in the middle of a war zone anyway.
The particular tavern she sat in was only mildly rowdy at this time, and almost none of her allies were inside either. After all, it was the tavern that used to be in the territory Magatha had formerly occupied. Her allies were fresh from a victory and some of them, especially Arastine, had a tendency of becoming rather rowdy in times of celebration. McKayla herself never really desired to frequent a tavern either but seeing Anko’s despair put her in a rather good mood. Enough to be in the vicinity of other people, at the very least.
“Haaaah! Another glass! Another!” Called a brazen, red haired woman from the center of the tavern, slamming her empty mug down onto the wooden table. McKayla wasn’t the only person to have left the original tavern owned by Marla, though she figured Kendra had came here too due to Arastine’s drunk, violent tendencies. Kendra herself had already unwinded and undressed her armor, revealing her massive breasts and toned midriff, only barely covered by a cloth top wrapped around her body.
And, of course, like most muscular, large women, Kendra was also a loud drunkard.
“And there I was, staring down that bitch Magatha. You guys should’ve seen the look on her face!” Kendra laughed, feet up on a chair as she took another large swig of her mug, “she was so surprised that her own lieutenant had turned on her. She may have even pissed herself at the thought of challenging me!”
“Woooow, I can’t believe you managed to stand up to her!” Said a small, blonde haired woman to her side. Kendra was flanked by a small group of women who McKayla assumed had been a part of Magatha’s group. The lucky individuals who just happened to not be in either battle.
“It was nothing! I told you guys we could’ve taken that whore and split.”
“B-But she was so strong!” Another of the women spoke in admiration, “but, aren’t we under Marla now? Isn’t she just as scary? O-Our allies are all dead too…do you think Marla’s army are…people like us?”
McKayla took another quiet sip of her milk. She was pretty sure Kendra was the one pissing herself during the last battle and not Magatha, but it was an interesting tale, nonetheless. Nothing worth correcting her over. She was more interested in hearing how similar Magatha’s army was to them. It made her feel slightly bad about the death toll between the two, but better them than her.
“Heh, not only that, but worse. They’re chicken shit!” Kendra gloated, emitting a loud belly laugh.
McKayla raised an eye at that particular comment. It was hard to forget how fast Kendra had started begging for her life, or the several times she stared at members of their group in wide-eyed horror. Hell, didn’t she just run away from Arastine an hour ago?
“Their lieutenant is a weak little girl. I was handing her ass to her until I realized we could take down Magatha together!” Kendra continued her story, none of it particularly accurate in the slightest.
Well, whatever. She can have her moment, I guess.
“Their warriors are nothing but rabblerousing losers worth less than the gum under my sandals. I could take five of them at once easily.”
Maybe one, if you’re lucky.
“They rely on dirty tactics to win, like rats in a sewer. If they didn’t jump on us from above, we would have killed them all from the first battle.”
No, actually, I’m pretty sure you guys jumped us.
“But they do have one good quality, and that’s how fucking delicious they look! You should see this whore of a mage they have dressed in red. Boy, I bet she was the one responsible for that little river camp incident a while back! Next time we see her, how about I show you girls a good time?”
McKayla closed her book shut and pushed her chair back.
“Alright. That’s it,” she muttered, standing up from her seat.
Hey, the idea in my head. You won’t betray me, right?
Don’t even concern yourself! I was thinking the same thing.
McKayla took a step towards Kendra’s table, clearing her throat in order to announce herself.
“Oh, well, well, well! If it isn’t one of Marla’s whores…I mean, our new teammates,” Kendra slammed her hands down on her table as she stood up with a wide grin on her face. The smaller girls around her cowered as the table shook, “what’s wrong? Are you here to pick a fight, cleric?”
McKayla frowned, “a rather brutish suggestion for a woman of the cloth, don’t you think, child? I was just listening to all the animosity and wanted to introduce myself.” McKayla finished her greeting by extending an arm.
The other women seemed to relax as Kendra pushed her way over to McKayla. Her feet stamping against the hardwood floor, nearly cracking each board as she walked.
“Heh, so the whore knows her place! Don’t worry, I remember you healed me before. A pleasure to formally meet you!” Kendra reached her own arm forward and grabbed McKayla’s hand with an iron grip. The cleric smirked under her large robed hood.
“Dispel,” she whispered. It was how she cleansed the spirit out of Aura, but nobody had said she couldn’t just use it on herself.
McKayla soon felt the presence disappear from her mind, as it seeped through her arm. Soon, Kendra’s wide drunken smile turned back into that wide-eyed fearful look McKayla and the rest of her allies were familiar with. Her fear filled face looked back at McKayla, terrified, but was only met with a soft, gentle smile.
“I’m McKayla,” she spoke through her smile, “I hope we can get along as allies.”
The presence soon returned back into her mind as Kendra responded, “y-yeah, I’m Kendra. Nice to…nice to meet…you.”
McKayla also turned to the four women around her too, “I’m a cleric in service to Marla, so be sure to find me if you need any healing.”
The other four women nodded too in response, with glowing smiles. Mostly because all of them couldn’t see Kendra’s reaction.
McKayla soon returned to her book, and Kendra returned to silence. A nice, quiet evening, just how she liked it.
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I'll also throw those four former soldiers of Magatha into our death march. I mean, army.
Name: Courtney
Age: 21
Height: 5'8"
Description: Light, long blonde hair with fair skin.
Weapon: Crossbow
Class: Ranger
Name: Fedosia
Age: 29
Height: 5'11"
Description: Tall, deeply tanned muscular woman with long, dark brown hair.
Weapon: Poleaxe
Class: Warrior
Name: Tihana
Age: 18
Height: 5'2"
Description: Young, fair skinned girl with bright teal coloured hair in a ponytail.
Weapon: Has an 'Icicle' spell
Class: Mage
Name: Amaia
Age: 25
Height: 5'3"
Description: Short green wavy hair and slightly pale skin.
Class: Cleric
