//WELCOME TO THE HUB.

"Welcome to the Hub, good sir!". The driver gave a greeting as you walk out of the cart, one hand on the rein of the B.O.B (Beast of Burden), the other holding an almost empty draught of wine. With a long gulp, he empty the last bit of wine, and proudly claim:
"The Hub! The city that is built upon the ruins of a city that is built upon the ruins a city that is built upon the ruins of a city- and so on! Built from the beginning of time, and shall survive the end of time! Long live the city!" He snorts, and let out a jolly laugh.

You look to the horizon: the city seem to stretch endlessly, beyond your sight. People and creature, many weird and bizarre, with even weirder clothing and equipment, pass by you. You took the time to get it all in. Just from the station, you can see more than ten different style of building, some old, some new, and all unique. That one is molded with gold and ivory, like it was a bone of a great beast carved out by a master craftsman then decorated with the greatest wealth, while another one look like a piece of stone melted into a house, door carved and adorned with paper puppets, smoke lingers on its window still. And that one... that one looks just like-
"You came to exchange for some thralls, good sir? That place offers very nice thralls." the driver ask, his eyes lingers on the woman on your shoulder, then to the building. "Not sponsored by them, I swear! But that woman ought to catch a good price." he slaps his knee, and let out another laugh. "Enough to pay me for the curtain, and that bucket, yeah?"
"Ah, no!" You quickly correct him "she is not my ****!"
He scratch his chin, "Don't worry good sir, I am not a swindler. I am just another honest, hard working man with a family to care for. You don't need to hide!", he licks his lips, "I wouldn't even dare touch her, such a fearsome piece of work... I swear, she almost break my neck when i dropped your gear. I even see her renew the property mark by herself! Such devotion!". He glance at you: "And i see that you quite enjoy her too, eh? More than 6 hours straight... Making this old, dry up man" he gulps "listen to your love making..."
"No! No- that was not my intention at all. I never meant!" you about to apologize to him, but then the man face turns red from laughter:
"HAR! HAR! HAR! Of course! Of course! This old man just messing with yar!"
He wipe the tears from his laugh, and asked:
"Ah, but i have hold you here long enough. Let see, 80 orbs for the ride. 15 off for being nice to this old man. How that sound?"
"Um, sure, i guess." You murmur. How much do you have?

//YOU HAVE 3 EYES and 234 ORBS. MORE THAN ENOUGH. ASK HIM FOR YOUR BAG, ITS ALL IN THERE.

"Um, can you get my bag? I leave them in there."
"Sure, sure. Pardon me a bit." He said as he reached down and knock a solid punch into the B.O.B's head, which prompt the mechanical beast to puke out a sizable bag, your Magnum Opus, and one big fucking crossbow.
"The you go- dont mind the oil, little Bigby here have the priest checking him up every other month." He wink at you: "It will even smell good! HAR! HAR! HAR! HAR!"
"You jump down and search the bag. Some bandage, one travel lantern, a cauldron, knifes,... mostly camping stuffs- and more gold than you ever see in your entire life: you never seen more than 100 orbs, no less an eye! And here is 3 eyes and 246 orbs. She must be some sort of nobility, not a bandit!

//ALMOST CORRECT. SHE IS A QUIVR- THEY ARE BODYGUARDS FOR NOBLES. AND LOOTERS IF SAID NOBLES ARE DEAD. A SEMI-FAMOUS ONE THIS WOMAN. NICKNAMED VEX THE YAMAN. OUR MEMORIES DICTATE THAT SHE USED TO BE THE STRONGEST THING FOR US TO FIGHT IN THAT FORREST.

"That crossbow is her, too?"

//YES. IT CALLED THE ARBALEST. IT IS THE PREFERRED EQUIPMENT TO HUNT DOWN GIANT BEAST OR TO BLOW DOWN THE GATE OF A SMALL CASTLE. NOT A PLEASANT THING TO HAVE POINTING AGAINST YOUR HEAD.

"The driver mentioned a **** marking too. Is she my ****? How did it happens?"

//SHE MARKED HERSELF. YOU CAN FIND IT NEAR THE BACK OF HER WRIST. SO YES. SHE MAKE HER YOUR ****.

"Isn't she our enemy? Should we kill her?" you asked, a bit worry about her fate. Was it because of the sex that made you so? Or is it because?

//SHE IS LIKE YOU BUT A BIT DIFFERENT. SHE WAS ABANDONED BY HER OTHER HALF AND WAS SUFFERS THE CORRESPONDING CONSEQUENCES: INSANITY. SHE PROVES NO THREAT AT THE MOMENT. EVEN COOPERATIVE- BUT YES. WE WILL KILL HER IF SHE EVER TURNS AGAINST US.

"So, she is Reialt, but also not Reialt?"

//YES.

"Let call her by her nick name then. Vex."

//I COULDNT CARE LESS.

"Right."

You pack up your stuff, pay the driver his due together with 15 orbs as tips, then move on down the busy road, with the pack on your back, the Arbalest strapped to your shoulder, the Magnum Opus on your hip, and Vex on your arms.