A man stood over on top of a hill overlooking a small village, his black cloths. And dulled reddish cape were flapping in the wind. He stood stock still hood covering his face, and as the dying wind came the man scattered Into rose petals.

the man walked the streets hearing the chitchat, it was a simi large village, with its own market, the man was surprised the grimm haven't come and leveled this place. He walked more and more to the central hub of noise, he stood in front of the tavern, the wind blowing to the east, gliding the man in the cloak in the tavern.

inside the bar people were at tables laughing, clicking glasses, others just laughing, all drunk. The man looked like a kid compared to these sailors, but he was unfazed, as he approached the bar, the tender rubbed a tankard and asked " what do you want?"

" a place to live with discretion." He said and suddenly the tavern all went quite. As every man looked at the pair. " oh!" The bartender said in fake shock " and what do we get from this... business trade?" The bartender said choosing his words carefully, and wobbled a bit, a tell tale sigh of being drunk as well. The kid still seemed unfazed, " protection." He said simply.

and suddenly the whole place erupted in laughter. A man big Buffy man stood up drunk off his ass, and wobbled over to the bar, " be off it squirt, there's no chance that you can defend this place. You can't even fight a mouse," He said as he placed a hand on the kids cloak. " if you knew who you were talking to you would be eating your words." He said " doubt it kid." The drunk man said the kid continued to ask the bartender questions, " this village is larger than most,I'm suprised the grimm don't have a feast here don't the huntsmen come to protect it?" The kid asked

the tavern again erupted into laughs, " kid the huntsmen don't give two shits, most of the inner city just shoved us out the door the first chance they got." Another drunk man close to the bar said. " ok so you still large, how?" The cloak asked " we picked a very good place to put the village, out in the left side of " town" there's a massive dust and metal mine. And the dust mine is some of the fastest regrowing dust out there, other than the dust of the rose." The bartender said " OH THATS JUST A MYTH MAN LAY OFF IT!" A few man near the bar yelled.

the tender just leaned towards the kid " apparently there's a hidden dust mine on the island of patch massive self regrowing, daily also the purest there is." The barman said

"so you have dust what else guns?" The cloak asked " yea our metal and blacksmith makes long rifles loaded with the dust I've seen them blast a nevermore out of the sky." The barman said " really now." The cloak said " yea if any one can beat off the grimm it's these guys not some squany boy like you." The barman said

" huh very observant." The cloaked boy mussed. As he pointed to a bottle, the barman gave him a glass. " wait." The drunk man stood up and wobbled over to the boy. " how old are you?" The man asked, " does it matter?" The boy asked " yea it does." The man pushed

"25" the boy said about to take a drink but the man knocked it out of his hand. " your to young what would your father say boy?" The man asked " oh were talking about fathers now huh?" The cloak asked just looking at the man but the rest to the cloak remained still. " I wonder what your pretty face looks like." A drunk women asked getting up behind him and dragging a finger down the boys back.

The boy stood unflinching as the finger ran down his spine. " my offer still stands." The cloak said as he started to make his way to the exit. Only to be blocked by a few sober guys. " I don't think were done yet do you?" The big man asked all traces of being drunk gone.

" you don't want to do this." The cloak said " you know red is a nice color, I wounder how good I'll look in it." The man said and charged, there was a flood of petals in the tavern and all the guys in the bar was knocked out. " like I said my offer still stands." He said and he pushed open the door, only to be stopped again " what are your looking for?" He asked the cloak turned to the bar again and came forward. " something simple." A small hut all I ask for is to not be bothered unless needed for the grimm." The cloak said

" that can be arranged" the barman said the cloak walked out " il make my hut on top of the hill overlooking the town." He said as he pushed the door open " WHAT DO WE CALL YOU!?" He asked the cloak turned and said " call me robby" and left.

( end of part one)