Chapter 3

He fondled through his pockets seeing if he could get anything of value, coming out empty handed he sighed.

"Hmm..wait a minute… My sheath!" he exclaimed.

Taking his sword sheath he tipped it over and out came 3 gold coins, he smiled and looked around for the nearest inn. Spotting the tall building he made his way forward. When entering he immediately noticed the atmosphere of the place, everyone was merry, chugging tankards or dancing. The room was quite spacious, twenty tables with their respecting chairs, a little stage raised for the performers there. He turned his head to the inn keeper, and continued to him.

"Quite the estatic joint wouldn't you say Keeper?"

"Sure thing friend."

"Well could you give me a room for two nights?"

"one silver" He gestured to a maid to go get him the keys.

"By the way, I'd recommend not sticking around in the main hall, there are some unwanted eyes sizing up your sword."

"Thanks for the warning, and for the rest."

He handed him the keys and food, pointing to the 2nd floor, 4th room from the staircase. Tipping his head to thank him he headed straight up. Entering his room he saw to beds, a bathroom, a table and a lamp. Pulling his helmet off his head he let it lye on the table. He spun on his heal and walked out of his room.

"I should really get some civilian clothes, my knight gear makes me stick out like a soar thumb" he mumbled to himself.

"I know the perfect place for you."

He span around, startled after hearing the bodiless voice. A hooded figure stood before him, obviously a woman from her voice.

"Miss you shouldn't sneak up on someone with a sword, a knight let alone."

"I figured you to be a more competent man then the slobbering oafs downstairs." He smiled as she said that.

"Well you said you knew a place for me right? How about I take you up on that offer?"

"Gladly, if it wouldn't bother you to much I would like to keep my hood up until we get out of here. The men here disgust me."

"If one to harm a lady of the likes of you, I would personally see to their punishment."

She giggled to his response and led him outside to the stands selling an abundance of items. She removed her hood and he was astonished to see her true beauty. Her petite form and perfect curves, eyes that had shown a bright yellow and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts.

"What in the world is a beautiful girl like you doing in an inn like that? You've got some guts I must say."

"Well believe it or not I've practically lived on the streets my entire life in this village. However the villagers are kind and tend to spare a lot more change that I deserve, so I often get to eat well. Since I can't give money back to the people I help anyone I see in need, that's not related to money at least." Even though she seemed joyous he could see that she really was lonely and isolated from others, he decided that he would help her after this.

"I figured there had to be something amiss about you, but besides that, does my helping hand have a name?"

She giggled and nodded to him

"Ahri"

"Thank you Ahri, I'm Atrimus; but enough with the greeting, lets get on shall we?" He smiled and offered her his arm, she gladly accepted it and pointed to the stand with silk scarfs covering it.

He looked through the clothes, shifting through plain white shirts when Ahri brought a dark blue sweater up to him

"I think you would look good in this, oh and those pants, they would look so cute!" She rummaged through the clothes with a smile on her face. Yet he couldn't help to notice that underneath her own cloak consisted of a red tight fitting dress that looked quite dirty. He made a note to buy her new clothes and a good meal with the 14 silver he got from breaking one of his gold coins.

After collecting the three shirts and pants she got him he told her to go get any apparel that she wanted for at most 8 silver. She squealed with glee and came back with a few dresses, shirts and pants. After buying they made their way to a local restaurant.

After eating, They headed back to the inn when Ahri sparked the conversation.

"Thank you so much, im really grateful. You're so kind…" She began to shed tears, she wrapped her arms around him and cried tears of joy into his chest.

"It was nothing, how about we go back to my room, I've got two beds and a shower there for you to get cleaned up."

"Gift after gift, if only I could repay you somehow" He smiled as they entered the inn, up the stairs and into his room.

"What happened to your hand?"

Ahri had come up from behind him and had grabbed his arm to look at his wound. The hole that had been there was closing fast and only was a dime in size. She looked at it and gasped as she wore a face of concern.

"Nothing, just a minor wound, nothing to worry about." He smiled to her as she seemed to become less stressed by that statement.

They kept staring into each others eyes for a while. Ahri's face had gotten a red hue to it as they both had leaned forward, He closed his eyes, yet she kept hers open. He kept coming closer as she whispered to him.

"I'm sorry Atrimus, you really are a nice guy, but life is life." She pulled out a white orb, it began to glow and he immediately knew what it was. He had faced this weapon before. Many of the Demon sorcerers had used them as a catalyst for their power. She stepped back a few feet and flung the orb towards him. His combat senses kicking in, his eyes turned purple and a force pulse had been emitted from his hand. The orb had connected to it sending a shockwave through the room. He had been sent flying backwards through the wall; Ahri had been pushed back landing at the door. He however had been sent flying through the wall and onto the asphalt of the rode. He stared up looking at the sky as men wielding swords with official uniforms had come up to him pointing the weapons at his throat.

"I don't suppose we could talk this out could we?"

A harsh blow to the back of his head was his only answer, then everything whent black.