There Kanae stood, giving a sharp glare at a cleric doing the same to her. Clerics and sorceress always were in hot water, typically the kind like Kanae always found trouble. Kanae, a long, pink haired sorceress with her hair tied up in single pony-tail just stood there her arms crossed in front of her, hands stroking the purple sleeves of her robe. They were both waiting for the mayor of that town to greet them and offer them the job. Kanae couldn't help but break the silence "you know even though you got here first, you aren't going to get the job, the mayor will choose me for sure" giving a smug look towards the cleric. The cleric couldn't help but respond after some thought. "If you want to settle things, let's settle it now" he said not yet looking at the sorceress. After that they both couldn't help but taunt each other.
"Bring it on then"
"Only if you're ready. Want it to have a fair fight so you will admit your defeat"
"What are you waiting for? Scared to hit a girl?"
"It's so on"
"Ready when you are"
Both of them took their fighting stances. The cleric started to emit lightning from his right hand to intimidate his opponent. At that moment, a woman shrieked "Ah!" and a man shouted "what is that!" And soon the entire village was there. "It is some sort of black magic!" All of the villagers started to talk and make assumptions among themselves. The cleric frantically decided to defend himself "no-no-no-no-no-no, its white-magic" trying to put the biggest smile on his face to prove his innocence. The sorceress simply responded "no, its black magic" with a relaxed expression on her face. All the villagers gasped and soon a man exclaimed "a witch! He fibs! He is a fiber!" Now everyone started to point and stare. The cleric once again trying to defend himself "as you can see I am clearly a boy" motioning towards his face. A villager responded with his best hypothesis "it's simple! Show us your true form shape-shifter". "What? A shape-shifter? You are joking " the cleric started to shout while giving out a small laugh. "No more idle talk, tie him up! Let's get medieval" the villager said hitting his fist to his palm in a dark voice. The cleric was soon tied to a post in the center of town. The sorceress couldn't help but laugh since this was the plan all along also at how long it took the mayor to find the guild request papers.
Since he had not emerged from his home in the last 30 minutes, the cleric was already ready to get burned in the center of the town! Just before the wood and oil was lit and a huge smile would emerge on the sorceress' face, a voice rang in the air. "Stop!" A loud yet gentle voice called out. "He is no witch, if anything he is a loyal follower of the goddess, for he is a cleric that hails from Mana Ridge, a skilled user in the art of healing and protecting others". Yes, a female archer had been the one to halt their actions. The villagers started to consider what she said and soon the mayor finally came into sight only to have a dumb founded look on his face. An old man with a long white beard, short in stature and a wise aura could be felt from him " I leave you out of my sight for 15 minutes and you are about to burn a man!" Only to get rebutted by the sorceress "actually you were gone for 30 minutes". The mayor's face looked confused but he responded "right, sorry to keep you waiting. But what she says is true he is no user of black magic and definitely not a witch. Sorry but my people are not exposed to magic often. Now, untie him and apologize, that's the least we can do". But none of the villagers dared approach him.
The archer finally began to untie him and the mayor let out a small sigh. The villagers began to proceed with their daily activities but Kanae couldn't help but watch the cleric still with a smile on her face even though he wasn't burned to death. The mayor began to approach him and began to apologize "I am truly sorry, you were almost killed back there". "It's alright" the cleric said while rubbing his wrists where the ropes had restrained him "the goddess is still on my side for even after that I am still alive". The mayor could not help but sigh "let that be a lesson to all, magic does not belong in Prairie Town. At least not among the villagers" the mayor began to mutter. "But why is that so?" asked the sorceress as if she didn't know already. The mayor began to explain "magic here is merely a sword trick. Our people do not dwell with manipulating other forces besides the forces of nature. After the never-ending battles, we cannot let our guard down around 'magic users'. It is a social issue our society has" the mayor could only give a smile. "Well here are the papers" he handed them to the sorceress since the cleric looked busy.
The cleric could only say these few words "thank you". He began to make a mental image of the elf that had saved him or at least made time for the mayor to arrive. She was an elf not taller than he, with blond hair that falls in front of her shoulders, wearing a green one piece and brown leggings with matching boots and mittens with a slightly darker brown for the straps of her quivers. Judging by the simple worn-out longbow she had set aside to untie him, she was a bow master. The most capturing part of her appearance were her eyes, grey in color but yet full of happiness and life. He would have to remember this if he were to pay her back for the favor, since that was his code of honor. Deep in thought he had not realized he was staring. The elf snapped him back to reality by laughing "is there anything else you need" she started to giggle. "Yes" the archer looked astonished at the cleric's response. "A name perhaps" the clerics looked straight at her while saying so. From a distance Kanae could not help but whisper to no one in particular "smooth, for a cleric that almost got burnt in the center of town". After the elf had her moment and quieted down she answered "and who do I owe this name to?" A small giggling escaped once more. "Satoru" he said waiting for her response. "Satoru huh" she said looking at him intently since he knew what she looked like.
A silver-haired cleric with hair covering one of his blue eyes, dressed in a black and white cleric robe with a collar up until around the back of his neck. At the back of his robe was a yellow gem embedded in the center. With robes falling until his ankles, he wore a simple white cleric's shirt and black trousers and shoes underneath. Bringing a black and brown shield and a still pristine flail which was now on the ground, she could assume he was a paladin. "My name is..." Only to get cut off by the call of her friend.
A warrior proud in stature though a bit shorter in height compared to the cleric, with broad shoulders that seem to carry a heavy burden. "I have come to a surprising piece of information, we should return" on that note a serious look appeared on her face. They proceeded towards the inn at which they were resting.
"Wait, you never gave ..." The cleric said only to get cut off by his own thoughts. "She doesn't owe me anything" he muttered and proceeded towards his inn. "She does not owe me anything, rather I owe her"