Outside Cherwoods Bar in a nearby alley at around 2.30pm.
There was a adolescent looking boy that had a slightly round facial features, his eyes were a deep yellow that looked like topaz.
He wore a tattered coat, and a brown bowler hat which made him look like a paper boy.
Infront of him stood three scruffy man,they all had a similar build, muscular and tall. The only distinguishing features between them was that the man standing in the middle had a scar across his right eye, while the man on his left was missing an arm.
"It seems that you don't have anywhere else to run little boy." The man with the scar walked forward revealing a grin.
Trembling, the adolescent boy stumbled backwards, pointing his pocket knife at the man.
"S-stay away!"
The man with the scar reached into his coat, taking out a pistol aiming it at the him. "Be a good boy and follow us and you won't get hurt. It is better to live as a slave than dying."
The boy now on the verge of tears still stood there, legs trembling uncontrolably, but nonetheless still not submitting.
The boy shouted at the top of his lungs in a last ditch attempt to get help. "Someone, please help me!"
The other two men then walked forward, ready to disarm the adolescent boy and kidnap him.
Closing in, the man without an arm reached out and grabbed the adolescent boy's wrist holding the knife. The boy tried to pull his arm out of the man's gripped but fail due to his lack of strength.
In front of the boy the other man flashed forward punching him in the gut, causing the boy buckle downwards, falling to the ground vomiting up small amounts of undigested food.
At that moment a voice rang out from the entrance of the alley.
"Oi slave traders, I suggest that you let go of the kid before I beat you to a bloody pulp."
There stood Victor, along with two other adventurers.
The male adventurer on Victor's left was about the same height as him, but had a lean build. He had sharp facial features and exuded a cold and gloomy vibe.
He was wore a black trench coat with a white linen shirt underneath. His long black pants in combination with his upperwear made him look like he was dressed in a tuxedo, the only thing missing was a top hat.
In his left hand was a leather suit case and in his right was a sliver revolver loaded with six brass bullets. He aimed it at the head of the man with the scar, not once blinking.
The female adventurer on Victor's right had height around 170 centimeters, approximatly 15 less than Victor. She had long blond hair which was tied into a single braid.
Her face was smooth without a single flaw making her exude the youthfulness of a young woman in her twenties.
She wore an outfit the resembled that of a pirate, a beige blouse along with long brown leather pants that reached her ankles. By her waist was a empty gun holster.
"And who do you think you are?" The man with the scar turned around, pointing his gun at Victor.
"It does not matter who we are, just know that if you don't leave now we will kick your ass!" The young blonde adventurer retorted.
Slowly, the man missing an arm walked toward the man with a scar and whispered.
"Boss, they are most likely the Braveheart adventurering team...
"It is best if we just let the boy go, there are rumours that they have gain supernatural powers from their expeditions."
The man missing an arm did not take his eyes of the three adventurers, as he slowly reached for his armpit holster.
Lies! Relics that contains supernatural powers are extermely rare, there is nk way they possess one... The man with the scar retorted inwardly.
"It does not matter, if they get in the way of our business we will bury them!" The man with the scar cocked the pistol, ready to shoot.
However in a flash, Victor appeared infront of the man, pushing the man's gun arm upwards, disarming him with his left hand and elbowing him with his right arm.
The man missing an arm was momentarily stunned by Victor's sudden movement, but quicky recovered as he used his only arm to point his pistol at Victor.
Bang!
He dropped his pistol due to being shot in the hand by the lean adventurer at the back. He then stepped back as he cleanched his fist which had a bloody hole through it.
The last man who was pinning down the yellow eyed adolescent boy, tried to reach for his gun but stopped after seeing the blonde adventurer preparing to shoot at him.
After the short scuffle, the alley once again quieted down.
The man with the scar was now on the ground coughing up his lunch, while the other two stayed motionless eying the adventurers.
"Get up and leave without your gun." Breaking the silence was a hoarse voice.
Looking away from Victor, the three slave traders looked at each other and then ran out of the alley.
The lean adventurer expression remained unchanged as he watched them run past him.
On the contrary, the blonde adventurer had a face of disgust as she spat on the floor.
All that was left in at the alley was the Braveheart team, three pistols and the yellow eyed adolescent boy.
Victor then slowly walked towards the boy. "Kiddo, if you want you can accompany us to Cherwood bar.
"We will protect you for as long as you are there, or at least until you contact your parents and they arrive to pick you up."
"I-I don't have parents anymore..." The boy with yellow eyes started to tear up as he looked down.
"All the more you should follow us!" Victor wore a warm smile as he bent down comforting the kid.
...
Noir who wore a white tee-shirt underneath a thin coat along with long black pants, stood before Cheerwood bar.
The bar looked for like a tarven from the videos games that Noir played back on Earth.
It looks very different from the bars I had back home...
Noir then took out his sliver pocket watch, flipping it open.
Click.
3pm on the dot, I should head in now... Anderson was the type of guy who was extremly punctual, always arriving at the allocated time on the dot, no more, no less.
Well, here goes nothing.
Pushing open the bar door, he was instantly greeted with a harty atmosphere. The inside of the bar was lively, filled with singing and men shouting. There were many people downing beer like water along with a few drunkards at a secluded corner.
Spotting Victor waving at him, Noir squeezed through the sea of people and slowly made his way towards the table the Bravehearts were at.
"Punctual as always huh, Noir." Victor slid a glass of Aria's speciality beer towards an empty seat next to him.
Sitting down, Noir saw an unfamiliar face. It was an adolescent looking boy with sparking yellow eyes with a round face.
Who is he?I can't find any memory of him in Anderson's past...
"Who is the kid?" Noir asked
"He is a paper boy who was almost kidnapped. Fortunately, Victor, Sharon and Peter where there to save him." Siting across the table, a man in a red cloak spoke.
Ryan Delacrus... With his ruby red eyes and very porportionate body, he could pass as a model back on earth...
Noir looked at the red cloak Ryan who was the leader of the Bravehearts, then turning his gaze back towards the boy.
Didn't your parents teach you to not follow strangers? Your lucky that the bravehearts aren't another slave trading organisation... Noir mocked inwardly.
"Since you we are all here, I will start to explain the details of this expedition." A skiny man with glasses produced out a map spreading it on the table
At this moment all the people siting at the table looked towards the skiny man, waiting for him to continue.
After a moment of silence, he continued.
"We will be exploring the dark fog of the Far Lands."