To the servant girl who rushed out of the tavern. The Rulers were the Greatest Legends of her time. The City may be separated by miles of unending forests and untamed lands. But their legends still spread throughout the world.”What a weird man,” she thought about the Traveler who carried a wooden box.

The streets were filled with folk watching the skies. Children who dreamed of being legends looked up the skies. The Adventurers eyed the skies as well. The sun was mostly blocked by the flying mounts of three rulers. They were showing their might to the city.

The crowd was both nervous and excited. Shadows formed on the ground, the heat reflected on the faces of the people. The flapping of the wings of their mounts casts a shade around the city. On the far left was the Valkyries led by Brunhilde herself. On the right was the Dragon Monarch’s leader, Draco.

The ones who were using a Griffin as a mount were the Scholars of the Shadow Valley. High Arch Scholar Tan inspected the mounts of his peers. No one was foolish enough to get in their way. The only who was seen flying towards them was the Adventurer King who wielded Caliber with his right hand. He was using boots with wings and he stood all alone among the three rulers.

Dmitri Sky-Blessed, the King of Adventurers. He flew in the middle of the storm without batting an eye. There was a strong aura that made the servant girl want to pledge her loyalty towards her King. He was the only one who flew using those boots of his.

“I welcome you all to my city, Friends. I trust that you will meet my demands. The City is yours as long as no harm can be done towards my citizens. That you would swear on your Oath that you will behave on my domain. You are here to talk about your borders. That’s all I permit.”

Dmitri Sky-Blessed leaned down and pointed his eyes back to his palace. The Three Rulers were not able to talk to the Sky-Blessed King. He ignored them and only demanded that they behave in his city. Whether they took it well or thought of it as an insult. All the servant girl could think was how dominating the aura the three rulers were. The Voice of the King was booming. She didn’t hear the voices of the rulers and they all circled the city, looking for their places to be.

“The Three Rulers,” a man said, “decide their lands, not caring about anything else, I bet that it won’t end well.”

“Do you think they’d start something,” said another voice.

A voice said, “Do you see how the King acted? They know who the King is and who his people are. We elected Dmitri for his feats, power, and his ability to tame the lands that he dived. He had the right to the City the moment he asked the Builders to create a city that would act as a home to the Adventuring-Kin.”

The servant girl listened. She then went back inside the tavern, carrying her tray, and watching the man who carried the wooden box. The man was concocting medicine and filled them in the round-bottomed flasks placed neatly on the table. The Inn had already mixed many aromas so his mixtures didn’t add anything. Although she could smell the bitter scent, the thought of drinking those medicine made her lick her lips.

The man was boxed in his bubble of a world. He was mixing herbs and medicine as if it was practiced. She didn’t recognize most of the herbs and materials.

The servant girl continued serving the people of the Inn until it was night. She would take a glimpse of the medicine man who was surrounded by the Adventurers who wore imposing clothing. A man wielding a sword that would rather be called a hunk of iron than a sword came swaggering. A woman on silver plater armor sauntered with her companions of maidens, battle, and travel-worn, they were beautiful and were like roses that were mudded. The table where the medicine man was sitting had free stools. The Maiden Roses, the maidens who came in, took the stools and watched the medicine man do his work.

“I believe that you can supply us?” said a Maiden, her golden hair, her sun-like eyes, slightly tanned skin didn’t bother the Medicine Man.

The Medicine man smiled. He was beautiful. “I can, for the right price.”

“I am Aria, of the Maiden Roses. May I know your name, Healer?”

“Nolan,” he said to her. “It is a pleasure, my Lady.”

The servant girl caught the glint of surprise in the eyes of Aria. Knight Maiden Aria knew of her beauty, and yet here was a man who seems to have seen prettier girls than her. She saw how Aria loosen her shoulders, the Maidens behind her giggled softly, hooting at their leader.

The Medicine Man named Nolan took their giggles with a soft smile. His practiced hands mixing herbs and making sure that everything was measured. The Adventurers booed at Nolan, envious of him hogging all the Maidens. The Maiden Girls replied with sneers and scoffs befitting their beauties.

The servant girl could not blame them. He was a tall man with a beautiful face. He had a calm and gentle smile and had the demeanor of a Healer. But most of it all he had the bearing of a Warrior. She had seen many people and she could not imagine this man other than what he was hiding underneath the identity of a healer. If she can see this then it was obvious that the maidens would know better. They would know the man was and what he was.

The Maidens continued their giggles and soft smiles towards the Healer. By the time when most of the patrons were dark, Aria, the Leader of the Maidens, had flushed cheeks, and she was giggling on every work that the Healer says. The servant girl carried a tray and placed it on the maiden. She winked at the woman and her face grew redder than a rose.