Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Silence–a witch hunter's most valuable asset. One that this demi-winter fox made excellent use of. Hiding a replica of a rifle modeled after the legend of the heroes, she watched Raven and his party heading upstairs while sipping on steaming hot chocolate.

Keeping to herself with a furry hood covering her furry white ears, she blew against the rising steam from the cup, all the while, a handful of Meowri's workers dragged Gunther and Amber's body across the floor on her orders.

Taking a sip of the sugary drink, she could feel a rush of energy surging right to her skull. Spreading from her mind to her heart and by the time she was finished with her drink, to the rest of her body. Huffing a chilling breath she brought her rustic rifle up on the table.

The sound of its clatter instantly attracted attention, however, having not a clue what the equipment was, most ignored her while the rest were busy bidding over who gets to fuck the false hero and the heroine. Experience more content on empire

"Oi kid, hide that thing before someone snatches it from you," glancing at the girl from the edge of her eyes, Meowri advised her to hide the rifle even though she too had not the slightest clue as to what exactly it was.

Instead of hiding the rifle, however, the girl picked it up in her hands and began taking its components apart for a quick cleaning.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle it…" She replied, seemingly unbothered by the dangerous company around her.

Had it not been for her confidence and the fact that her breathing was freezing the dust in the air, the pirates and the outlaws would've instantly attacked her. But after what had happened with Raven and his party and pairing it with their fatigue, even the bravest and the stupidest of the bunch were keeping to themselves or still bidding for the warm bodies at the reception counter.

"Suit yourself then," turning her attention to the front again, Meowri let the bidding continue for a while until the highest bidders were provided with a pair of keys. The keys opened the room the warm bodies had been taken into and they had more than enough toys to mess up their bodies as much as the bidder wanted.

Once the bidding was over, the others scattered back to their seats. Some angry, some disappointed, they drowned themselves further with ale–a sight that made the fox-girl cringe. Turning her head towards the counter, her eyes instantly met Moweri's. Staring at the owner for a while, the girl heaved a sigh and whispered.

"There's a witch in that group you let upstairs…" Raising a curious eyebrow, Meowri wondered where this conversation was going. "You won't mind if there's blood on the bedsheets. If I pay you to replace them, would you?"

The curiosity on Meowri dropped in an instant. She knew that the young girl wasn't playing and meant every word of what she was saying.

"You'll have to pay first…" She demanded, holding her hand forward.

Getting off her chair, the girl reached into her heavy coat and took out a small pouch full of gold. Moving closer to the counter, she set it on the owner's hand, and although it wasn't as much as she would've liked, the cat-girl pocketed the amount and brushed the girl back over to her seat.

"Go do what you were doing with that thing and don't talk to me from now on," distancing herself from the girl's plans, the owner walked out of the desk and began making her way towards the decrepit kitchen.

'What is that girl's deal? She really wants to kill one of those monsters?' As good of a judge of character, as she usually was, Meowri couldn't get a read on the winter-fox girl. Her silence was like a blizzard, muffling vision, overwhelming the senses and leading others to make stupid decisions.

Had her freezing breaths not made her command of magic obvious, nobody would've seen her as anything more than a girl lost in the wrong place. 'Whatever, I got my pay she's free to die at their hands if she so wishes.'

'I'm not dying.' Thought the girl, her eyes staring into Meowri's back and her mind coursing through her every thought. Like an open book, she could read everyone around her, but for some reason, her powers failed to permeate into Raven and his party's mind. 'I need to find out which one of those girls is the witch first.'n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Turning her attention to her gun again, she began taking it apart one piece at a time with a trained robotic motion. Setting everything in a line, she took a handful of brushes, a squeeze bottle of polish and lubricant as well as a cloth smeared with grease.

The customers, having nothing better to do, watched her carefully brushing the dust out of every piece of the rustic rifle. Curious about the apparatus, they moved their chairs and even lifted their tables to get closer for a better look. Ignoring them as if they never existed, the fox-girl continued to work on the rifle.

In the time that she spent getting her weapon ready, Amedith and Liliyana had arrived and after a quick ask for direction by one of the servants of the inn, they walked upstairs to join the rest of the party.

Unaware of what was happening to the false heroes, the two were hoping to catch them all while everyone else was asleep, but to their surprise, another arrangement had been made and their plans for murder had to wait for the rest of the night.

That night, the Booty and Barrels Inn slipped quietly into slumber. Yet the most sinister of thoughts went through many heads. From the murder of false heroes to the hunt for the witch and the plans for her murder, bubbling with such thoughts, neither the fox-girl nor Amedith and Liliyana could fall asleep–which in turn led to an encounter nobody could've expected.