Centauri, duh

The tales she's heard of the thriving mega-city make the decision easy. She starts west down the road towards Centauri, hoping to make it to the next village or at least a nice place to camp by night fall, a long day of travel ahead of her.

After a few hours hauling down the path and enjoying every fresh second spent outside the limits of Dyxville, Echo hears a rustling past the dense tree line of the forest to her left.

Her walk slows to a stop and she listens closely, hand on the hilt of her fancy dagger. It remains silent for a few moments before she hears the rustling continue, very consistently and moving towards her.

She draws her dagger and takes a fighting position as she sees a bush at the edge of the forest begin to sway. Eager to prove herself as an adventurer, she decides to strike fear in her unseen opponent. "Show yourself, coward!" she yells into the tree line.

Promptly after, her request is met, and out from the dense bush walks a duck. A duck identical to the one in her dream.

"Oh you bitch!" she says in frustration, sheathing her dagger, "Ducks ruin everything."

She turns away and begins walking down the road again, but quickly realizes that the duck is following her. "What is it you want, duck? I'll not have you following me."

The duck quacks loudly and gives Echo an almost kind, pleading look. She knows ducks are sacred in almost all the land, but can't quite remember why, something to do with the divinities. "Well maybe this is a sign, and an mercenary does need an... animal companion. Fine you may come, and I shall name you Bytch."

The duck seems to bow slightly before the adventuring duo continues down the road to Centauri.