"Mind your business Suzan, it is not for you to decide what will woo who!!" The knight in padded armor sneered viciously looking at his little sister from the sides of his eyes.
That little shit head sister of his was beyond annoying. Who said he was trying to woo the burning witch? They were just acquaintances and even if he wanted to woo her, did he need others to tell him how to go about it?
"Meh, you couldn't even woo that booze tramp Windle, forget the men. Your game sucks" the young girl mocked once more but this time a look of playfulness appeared in her eyes as she stuck her tongue out.
Few years ago, a group of slayers had set foot in the stronghold and took it by storm. They were a rag tag bunch, each relatively unknown, but every single one was a monster amongst men.
They quickly made a name for themselves serving as flag bearers for a myriad of groups in the city. From start to date they hadn't failed to conquer a hoarde without needing reinforcements.
