The sun was setting on the village of Kibblestadt, yet the liveliness in the air had not settled. Chickens, dogs, and children polluted the streets with noise, while drunks toiled and strolled about. The guards dutifully patrolled for monsters and wandering bandits. They would all be resting within the next few hours, but one daring group of folk would be up and about.
Adventurers. Through strife, struggle, and grit, they would come and go to keep the lands stable and the roads safe. Rennia was one such aspiring lass, but the timing of the quest irked her. She only agreed to it, because it was a personal request.
Rennia tapped her foot on the ground. She was waiting at the end of the town crossroads. Her friend and companion had still not arrived, perpetually late as ever. Lyanna was always at the right place at the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time. And when Rennia was with her, it often spiralled into being at the wrong place at the wrong goddamn time.
She let out a disappointed breath.
Then she sat on the dirt road, waiting. She felt unsure of herself, insecure about where she was heading. It was one thing to have your life predetermined by the Living System, but it was another thing when the Living System refused to give you one or told you to choose one. Both of her sisters had gone off to the capital--the eldest to serve in the royal guard, the youngest to become an aspiring sage.
Only she, the middle child, was stuck in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. She didn't know if she had a proper future. Without a class, there was no way she was going to get C-rank quests, which meant scraping for scraps just to make a living.
[Hayseed Jack Lvl 10] Jack of all trades, master of fuck all. Thanks to the intrinsic knowledge that came with the class, she knew a little bit of everything. How to make a tent, a fire spell, an advanced parry skill. But it remained a newbie's class and she didn't know if she'll advance at all.
It was times like these that she wished her father was around, not that she would ever know what he looked like. He came in once every year when she wasa child and her memory was hazy. He died when she was young.
Footsteps rustled behind her, and broke her out of her mental stupor. A girl came running, leaned forward, hands on her knees, out of breath, rasping for air.
"S-sorry, I'm late," Lyanna said with a giggle. "My folks held me up. I may have also overslept."
Rennia deadpanned. "Lya, it's early evening. Did you sleep all afternoon? That's not very fair to me, now, is it?"
Lyanna held her arms together, then pouted. "Sorry, I'll make it up to you later."
Rennia pondered. Lyanna's conception of payback or debt was beyond fucked. It would be better if she dictated the terms and not the other way around. "5%. I want 5% of your cut. No questions asked, or I'm going to bed myself."
Lyanna's face twisted and contorted, then finally settled on narrowed eyes and puckered lips. "Alright, fine...but I want a very long makeout session."
Rennia hissed. "Lya! Quiet down. Not in the village. Are you stupid? We spoke about this. What if people see us? We'd both be fucked, and I want Edric to fuck me, so you'll just have to curb your horny."
Edric was the lead adventurer among their peer group. He was also the one Rennia had a crush on. He was the epitome of what a man should be--strong, lean, kind, and caring. He also didn't have a fragile masculine ego like most of the knobbers of Kibblestadt did. She wanted him, and she would have him--in good time.
