BellaVay was… different, from the last several towns Xaiden and Rowan had visited. It was a quaint little coastal town, but all variations of life was welcomed there and rarely looked at differently. They had just arrived within the week and didn’t exactly have any connections in town, so it had been hard finding work for the both of them. Luckily, the local tavern was in need of help and Rowan was just the lady. Having years of experience tending a bar, the biggest problem she had was learning what was sold in BellaVay. That was, until the keg pipeline busted. Ale spewed from the pipe, covering Rowan and several nearby customers until she was able to seal the line at the source. Xaiden had watched the scene unfold with restrained amusement. It was unfortunate that it happened to his family, but the event was definitely a memorable one.
After making his way over and offering to help clean up anything he could, Xaiden claimed a seat against the back wall. Rowan had no wanted his help and had actually demanded he leave the establishment, but he had nowhere to go. Instead, he stayed out of her way and watched as the people of BellaVay showed their true colors. Some chuckled and heckled from afar while others begged the lady vampire to allow them to help her. Shaking his head, the man downed his ale and attempted to pick out the most intriguing individuals.
There was one patron who kept to him, but their attire was.. different. Almost like he kept himself locked away in a tower full of mechanisms. There was also a name plastered on every fresh produce box that lined the underside of the bar, but no one around that claimed it. Apparently there was a farmer on the outskirts of town that provided them. Maybe he was worth checking into? No, that would most certainly end with Xaiden getting a little more than he bargained for in terms of work. Just as he started to give up on the prospect of finding anything else peculiar, a woman walked in with a toolbox.
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