Forest Encounter (Closed)

"What the hell's your deal, lady?" the drunk farmer questioned, trying to pull his hand out of the woman's grip, but no matter what he did, he couldn't free his hand. Slowly, he felt her grip on his fist tighten, and his hand started to hurt. Sweat started to run down his face as he looked into the woman's deep blue eyes, but at the same time, she showed no signs of backing off. "If you wish to be free, all you have to do is apologize for your vulgar words and then go home, understand?" the priestess said with a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes as she tightened her grip even more. The farmer bit his lip, trying to endure the pain, but it wasn't long before he gave in and apologized. Satisfied, the priestess finally let go of the man's fist and he dashed out of the bar, with his friend following closely behind him.
 
The room had all eyes on the action. When the two men ran out of the bar, the room all started to talk in whispers.

Jon finished his drink before going over to the priestess. Jon smiled and asked "Got any plans now?"
 
Once the two men were gone, the priestess let out a sigh of relief. 'It looks like things are even worse than Lady Amane said they were. Things are escalating far too quickly,' she thought to herself, but she pushed herself out of her thoughts when she heard a voice close to her. She turned to Jon and smiled at him. Something about him reminded her of something she had been told, but at the time, she wanted to forget about work. "I don't really have anything planned right now," she answered.
 
Jon smiled and said "Would you like to go for a walk somewhere? I don't know if you have a room in town yet or not."
 
The priestess took a quick glance around the bar before she nodded at Jon. "Some fresh air would be nice right about now," she answered.
 
Jon is looking foreword to the walk. he asks the priestess "do you have a place in mind to walk to?" Jon walks to the door and holds it for her.
 
The priestess responded with a shake of her head. "I've only arrived in this place earlier today, actually. The meeting with the mayor ran rather long. From what he said, he's working on arrangements for a place for me to stay, but..." the priestess replied as she walked outside, pausing to thank Jon for opening the door. As she stepped outside, the unusual warmth outside did nothing to stop her as she kept looked around, watching as a mother and her child walked down the road carrying bags of groceries and a man sweeping the wooden stairs of his store. "He had seemed on edge. A lot of the people here are. A person from the church told me before I came here that something wasn't right here, and yet all of the pressure is being put on one person. I saw the girl the guild sent to handle things. Poor thing looks barely out of high school, and yet she's being sent to handle such dangerous work all by herself," the woman paused again and raised a hand, reaching out towards the slowly darkening sky. "I can understand what it's like to have that kind of pressure placed on you. That expectation that if you fail, people will be hurt or die, so when I heard that man speak in such a way, I...couldn't help myself from punishing him," the priestess went on, finally stopping when she realized she was rambling. She lowered her arm, turned to Jon, and bowed to him. "I'm sorry. We just met and here I go, rambling away like you're a therapist or something. Sorry about that," she said.
 
[Hearing the priestess say sorry for her rambling. Jon chuckled and says "I am glad I can be of service feel free to use me as much as you want. As you don't have a place to stay, would you be willing to share my bed with me. Nothing needs to happen other then sleep for the night.Anyways, about your ramblings is there more you want to tell me to get it off your chest." Jon said that in a very caring and sin-sear tone, clearly no double meaning meant other then wanting to be helpful.

Jon knew his small cabin was just a size for 1 bed a small table and a small couch. A person could lay head to foot 2 times with it at the longest point holding the bedroom and living room really all in one room. For the with a man could lay stretched out and almost touch the walls. This tells Jon its about 12x7feet for his small cabin. A size of a shed really.
 
The priestess smiled and slowly turned away from Jon. 'I can tell he means well, but he really should work on his phrasing. Although...' the priestess thought to herself, turning back to Jon. "I'll take your offer. I will have to let the mayor know beforehand, though. But enough about me. Surely you have something you want to get off your chest," the priestess added in an attempt to throw the proverbial ball into Jon's court.
 
Jon smiled and said "I think we should try the mayors office then home, before we head to my place. I am wondering if your hear to help the kid fighter with the jester. I am also looking foreword to the company tonight. Tho right now my mind is on the tree exparament at home with the 6 damaged trees from the magic fighting that went on few days ago now.... Did you get everything off your chest that you wanted to get off, or is there more you would like to vent about?"
 
The priestess shook her head. "It may sound bad, but we members of the church do not have a very good relationship with the Adventurer's Guild. You could say we have a difference in opinion on some things. I was sent here to give extra lessons to the children living here. It'll only be for a short time until I get a new assignment," the priestess answered, but before she went on, she turned her head towards the forest. 'It's just as Lady Amane said. The situation here is getting worse. It's not my problem, yet, however,' she thought to herself.
 
Jon nods as he listens. Jon shrugs and says "Not all folks feel the same way about things." Jon sighs as he hope the Jester stuff gets sorted out before it damages or kills more of his family's trees.

Jon cant help, but to think to him self. If the Magical fight wouldn't have happened so close. He wouldn't care as it is not his problem.
 
"Even so, I can understand it, in a way. The guild was made to serve the people who don't have the means of protecting themselves. Some are only in it for the profits, but I believe there are probably others who truly care for the people. It is, as far as I know, a very thankless job," the priestess went on.
 
Jon nodded in agreement as none in the town could deal with magic, and most the town hated magic users..... The fact he was just getting a passive power is something he hid even from his own family. Tho generations long ago had powers, just none that anyone could remember from near living past relatives...

Jon did regret screwing things up with the little warrior gale who was few years behind him from the same local school, before she went off and joined the guild.
 
"Is something wrong? It looks like you have something on your mind," the priestess asked when she turned back towards Jon. While she was no mind reader, she (at least in her opinion) felt she had a good eye for reading people.
 
Jon chuckled and said "Oh just me being young and dumb." Jon shrugs and says "Just thinking how I gave a girl the wrong idea of me." Jon bashfully admits one of his less then finer moments in his young life....
 
The priestess smiled a bit and moved a bit closer to Jon. "Is that right? Do you have feelings for this girl?" the priestess asked, playfully poking Jon's arm with a finger.
 
Jon smiles and shrugs while saying "Sadly I didn't really get to know her, shes a few years younger then me, but she is cute." Jon shrugs again.
 
"Interesting. Must be a shame if she's as cute as you say," the priestess replied. She slowly moved away from Jon and began walking forward again. She noticed a subtle change in the temperature that clearly wasn't natural, but she opted not to say anything about it. As she walked, she turned towards Jon again. "Tell me, do you like living in this village?" she questioned.
 
With the priestess asking "Tell me, do you like living in this village?" Jon says " Well really my family lives outside of town not far from where we first met, but I am open to leaving the area. Tho I have no idea where I would move to as everyone I know lives here. Tho the cutie I have a crush on wont be staying in the area for long. Her job makes her move often." Jon shrugs
 
"True, it's not something you can just do whenever as a civilian. There are some dangerous places and people out there, too. Not everywhere is as safe as a place like this. Even so, is it really alright, following a cycle without end?" the priestess said, looking up at the sky. "The same events, day after day, would be boring, after all."
 
Jon shrugged and said " Sure my family is here, and we all work the tree farm. At the same time nothing is holding me here too. Tho I never did really think about leaving, as I have no idea where I would go to. So I stay working with my family.. (After a second with a deep breath) Tho before I didn't have this secret. I could live with it, tho I dont know as I am so new with it. Maybe going somewhere would be good for more training and like minded folks."
 
"They say there comes a time where one should leave the nest. I don't know what this secret of yours is, but at the end of the day, the choice is yours," the priestess said, stopping in front of the town hall. "I'll be just a moment," she said, making her way into the building.
 
As the priestess is in side, Jon can't help but to think of Crystal. How if she lives threw the jester, she will be off to a new town or some new adventure. Not that she likes him very much. Jon sighs and really thinks about his life here. The risk of living in a town that hates magic with him just starting to explore his gifts.
 
As Jon stands outside more. He thinks about leaving with the priestess more. Where she is from, sure must be more friendly to folks who can do magic like he can turning him self invisible. Jon knows Crystal is only in town for the job then she will be off to a new town, not that she like him any.

As Jon thinks more about it. The more tempting it sounds like to leave her.
 
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