Valeria Olarion (3)

Valeria dismounted her horse with a deliberate, measured motion, her booted feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. Her gaze lingered on the entrance to the inn, Verdant Hearth, as if she could already sense the frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She wasn't here to make friends, and she certainly wasn't here to congratulate this Lucavion on a job well done.

'Who is this man, anyway?' she thought as she approached the door, her hand already tightening around the hilt of her sword out of habit. 'Some unknown knight who just waltzes in and deals with a peak 3-star awakened warrior like it's nothing? It's absurd.'

She pushed the door open with more force than necessary, the wood creaking in protest as she stepped inside. The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the inn's interior. The scent of breakfast hung in the air, but she did not care.

"Hello, how may I help you?"