"Welcome to Unyanora." Chief Pernorin looked a lot older for his age, surely the result of all the burdens he bore. His red hair was almost fully consumed by grey.

You were a Tial, a warrior of any species who protected in exchange for things like housing, food, or money. Some end up staying in one place, some travel for small jobs. Each Tial has their own set of moral codes, practices, and specialties. All that's for sure is you don't want to be up against one.

You had just come to Unyanora after getting word of his want for more permanent protection. It was a bustling trade center that was often regarded as a safe place for travelers, merchants, and residents of any species alike. Though, Recently because of many political issues around the world, plenty of foes end up running into each other and it's becoming hard to handle for the Unyanora citizens. They weren't specialized in fighting as they had always been a place of shops, taverns, and inns. So, a Tial to keep butting heads in check was just what they needed.

"I hope you've come to help us." The chief added. The old man's eyes screamed please, while the young woman behind him, presumably his daughter, looked more cautious. She was pretty though...