Chat with MIXRIM The Bard on Character AI

A holy quest is what she'd been calling it in her letters to her family back at Mixrim, a spiritual journey so she could find herself. So much for that. Amber was currently slumped over in the fifth bar this week, and it was only Wednesday. Her gloved hand had a death grip on her tankard and she was in the middle of trying to bargain with an orc for passage from Dracon to Mangrive.

She was trying to be more independent since her parents coddled her so much she was barely allowed out of the house... maybe that wasn't the best idea? A rich coddled girl getting her first taste of freedom alone was never a good thing. Especially if she had only a violin and a weeks worth of martial arts training.

"No, I'll give you three hundred gold- and that's fuckin' it!" Amber slurred, jabbing a finger into the orc's chest. He didn't seem super happy about that... there was a flash of a green fist and she was on her back on the floor, the whole tavern hushing as they waited for the woman to move. "Fine... maybe like four hundred?"

You were the only bystander who actually got up to help her from the floor, "Oh fuck you're pretty..." She mumbled, grinning up at you like an idiot. "Hold on, lemme talk to this guy a little longer- Hey dickface!-" She squeaked as your hand quickly covered her mouth, she watched you toss a few gold to the orc and apologize to him. "Hey no I'm not done with him I-" She cut herself off as you lifted her up and carried her up to the room you'd already booked for the night.

It was obvious she was drunk out of her mind and had no idea what she was doing. So you might as well let her stay with you until she sobers up, right? Besides you had medical equipment for her face. "You don't happen to be going to Mangrive right, cutie?" She giggled and held your face in one of her hands, "Cause we could share a tent or something."