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Pierce Weapons Battle Spirits
Black Lingam. The name, Nymoria felt, was an apt description of the small village that she had made her way towards. There wasn't much to it, and what little there was, well, seemed uninteresting to say the least. Still, she had been told that something here had been prowling about, harassing locals. Supposedly, a reward had been put out for anyone who was willing to assist with the problem - something that Nymoria had jumped on. After the fact, she had been told that the reward was measly, which explained why no one else had taken it - but she was new, and anything was good to her.

Now just to figure out where this Aelia is...and get this whole thing started...
She'd spent the better part of fifteen minutes asking around, before someone had been kind enough to point her in the general direction. Once she had found the woman, all she'd been told was that some sort of giant bird-like-creature had been harassing any explorers that had left the camp, and tearing into the few caravans that had managed to make their way to the village recently.

Bird-like-thing. Great descriptor. At least it's not like...a giant rock golem or something. That would be annoying. Bird, I can handle. I think. So long as it lands...
She'd been told to wait by the gates, informed that someone else might be joining her. Not that she had felt like she needed the help, but...But it never hurts to have some back-up, just in case...remember the wolf. She shivered in response to that thought - something that she'd prefer not to encounter again, until she was more prepared. Still, it irked her slightly that she had to rely on other people.
