A relatively small group of men, who has been sent out to search for the last Changeling to exist. Believing that the Astaroth family had been dead for almost 100 years now, which spark a large war on their behalf. The Astaroth House had been the near immortal Northern protectors, protecting the Ulsa Realm from the mythical and terrifying beasts that laid claim to the rough, snowy terrain beyond the Realm. But, the King hated strange things, especially people with strange powers and had the Astaroth family killed in their own castle in the dead of night. Nymeria was the only one who managed to escape with the help of her father's guard, Aster Belldom. He was a kind, older man that held much respect for the family. He managed to save the youngest daughter and get her overseas, where no one could touch her. He handed her a pouch of gold and told her to never come back to Ulsa. Of course, the Changeling Princess would have to come back eventually, being older and ready to take on what threats would come to her. She was done living in hiding across the black sea. 100 years later and the girl was coming to take her revenge and her claim back on her Northern Kingdom. 

A set of yellow eyes watched from the bushes at the group of men hooted and hollered about how the Changeling had been seen in the Western Kingdoms and that they were going to take her head straight to the King to get the large box of gold and the castle that would be promised to whomever got a hold of the female Changeling. The Southern King knew the threats that were posed by Nymeria and the fact that one or more of the Kingdoms would rise up against them if they caught wind that the Changeling was definitely back. 

Carefully, Nymeria slinked out of the bushes before walking straight up behind the largest man of the group. Her piercing yellow eyes stared down through the helmet upon the man before her before she drove her dagger into his back, ripping it from his body before pushing him over into the fire that they sat at. The other two men scrambled to get up, basically pissing themselves. They both were mumbling about its her, a ghost, before holding up swords against her. 

“Two against one, especially a lady. That's not particularly fair,” Nymeria dodged the first attack before she unsheathed her sword. It was a long, board sword with a skull of a wolf on the hilt, which was also made out of leather and moonstone. The sword, itself, was made from dragon glass, a type of material only found across the black sea where dragons still existed and weren't hunted for sports. She swung her sword, cutting one of the men in half before she turned on the last one. “I'm only allowing you to live to go tell your masters that I am still alive and I will be coming for his head,” Nymeria sheathed her sword before watching the blood splattered man scurry away. She knew now that there would be even more people on her trail, so moving North or East would be in her best interest. Finding a town or even a small village that would protect her for a short while. 

For now, Nymeria rolled the large man would of the fire to enjoy the little bit of warmth that it provided for the rest of 

Luci found herself back into her bar seat once more, motioning for the bartender to get her one more. Soon after the drink was placed in front of her, all the attention turned to the newcomer that had entered the room, even Luci's eyes cut from the rim of her glass to look. She had not seen his mug before, she would have remembered a solemn looking fellow. A loner, she could only assume. She was on the same page with the whole loner idea, less people means less problems. Fending for yourself was a lot easier than defending a large group of people. She preferred the solitary life style.

Luci found herself back into her bar seat once more, motioning for the bartender to get her one more. Soon after the drink was placed in front of her, all the attention turned to the newcomer that had entered the room, even Luci's eyes cut from the rim of her glass to look. She had not seen his mug before, she would have remembered a solemn looking fellow. A loner, she could only assume. She was on the same page with the whole loner idea, less people means less problems. Fending for yourself was a lot easier than defending a large group of people. She preferred the solitary life style. 

Downing the rest of her glass, she placed it back on the tattered coaster in front of her before slinking off of the stool. She walked over to the bartender, placing a few worn five dollar bills and some coins on the bar top before telling him to keep the change. Drinking was cheaper than what the Old World menus said, which made her weirdly thankful for being in this new age. 

“Best watch yourself, lil' lady,” the bartender added before gesturing with his eyes at the unsavory guests at the end of the bar. Luci glanced their way with a soft glare which made most of them sit straight up with their drinks at their lips. 

“I can mind myself, sir. But thank you for the warning,” Luci had a crooked smile aimed at him before shoving her hands into her cargo pants pockets, making her way towards the door.

Luci stopped for a brief moment to glance down at the newcomer. Her eyes studied his face with dark eyes as if she was reading his very soul before looking back at the group at the far end of the bar. “There is a nicer bar up the Strip that would suit you better. I only come here to blow off steam,” Luci gestured towards the door, but did not wait. She had her mind on other things. She just knew that he was not like the drunken messes sitting in the shady, cheap bar.