The sounds of chirping birds woke up Fell, she groggily sat up on her bed an then blinked, beside her was a bundle of clothes neatly folded and on top of it was a strange bag, the clothes seem to be consisted with an orange short and leggings and a sleeveless leather top dyed in a soft rust color that complimented her hair. The leather looked worn but well-maintained, like it had been used by someone who knew what they were doing and cared enough to keep it in good shape.
Fell frowned, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She hadn't ordered clothes. She didn't have the coin for them, either.
The bag resting on top was compact, made of some kind of dark cloth with silver stitching in the shape of a card symbol. When she opened it, she found it empty—deceptively so. But when she reached in deeper than the bag's size should've allowed, her hand kept going.
"...A bag of holding?" she whispered, blinking.
Someone had definitely been in her room.
She stood up in a rush, scanning the small space. The window was closed. The door was locked from the inside. Her badge and coin pouch were untouched. Everything else looked as it had before she fell asleep—except for the clothes and bag, carefully placed on the foot of her bed.
Her gaze drifted toward the window. Whoever left it had been careful. Thoughtful, even.
But there was no such thing in the game Vel'Draeth. so that would mean two things. "The thing tht placed me in my characters body is feeling guilty or.... this body actually has a back ground and not some random character I created and wrote a lore about"
Fell's fingers tightened around the fabric of the sleeveless top, her mind working through the possibilities. If this body had a history—a real past in this world—then that meant there could be people who knew her. People who expected something from her.
That was a problem.
She wasn't Fell Drawn. Not really. She was Fall, the guy who'd min-maxed a joke build for laughs, only to wake up in its body with nothing but a deck of useless starting cards. If there were people out there who knew this version of Fell, what did they expect? What was she supposed to remember?
Her stomach twisted, a different kind of hunger gnawing at her now.
With a sigh, she sat back down and picked up the bag again, running her fingers over the silver-stitched emblem. A bag of holding wasn't something a new adventurer should just have. Even mid-tier players in Vel'Draeth had to shell out for limited storage expansions, and the best ones were only available through rare loot drops or high-end crafting.
So who the hell left it for her?
Fell shook her head. Answers wouldn't come from sitting here. She had an adventurer's guild to return to, a first quest to take, and—if she was lucky—a lead on what exactly a Card Master could do in this world.
She changed into the clothes left for her, surprised at how well they fit. The leather top hugged her form snugly but didn't restrict movement. The shorts and leggings gave her a decent range of motion, and even the stitching on the seams felt sturdy. Someone had made these for her. Recently.
She ran a hand through her orange hair with a frustrated sigh before securing her badge and pouch to her belt and placed the bag of holding near her deck, it was not that big but something about having both at her side—bag and deck—felt right. Like a mismatched pair of tools she didn't yet understand but instinctively needed. The deck thudded lightly against her hip as she stood, and the bag's silver embroidery caught a shaft of morning light, glinting with quiet intent.
Fell took a moment in the small mirror above the washbasin. Her reflection hadn't changed. Still the same short, orange-haired girl with a slightly wary look and a flicker of tired determination behind her eyes.
She tightened the belt and adjusted the strap of her new bag over one shoulder. "Alright. Time to stop sulking and start figuring this out."
She slipped out of the room and made her way down the narrow inn hallway, her footsteps muffled against worn wooden planks. The smell of warm bread and something savory drifted up from below, and her stomach responded with a loud growl—again. At least some things hadn't changed.
Soon Fell was eating a piece of bread and a bowl of stew, she immediately finished within moments, after she was done she stood up, satisfied by the meal, she then went towards the woman's place. "Thanks for the lounging miss"
The woman smiled. "No problem, just make sure to come often, your cute face brings me more business"
Fell blinked at the innkeeper's words, momentarily thrown off. Her ears tinged pink, and she gave an awkward chuckle as she adjusted her bag strap again.
"I'll, uh… keep that in mind," she mumbled, already stepping toward the door.
The sun outside was still low, but the streets were beginning to buzz with the morning rush. Silick Town was small, but active—farmers carting goods to the market, blacksmiths stoking their forges, and adventurers moving in clusters toward the guildhall at the far side of town.
It did not take her long to arrive at the guild and take her first quest, she went to the quest board that was plastered to a wall and saw a list of quests for Bronze rank adventurers, there were mostly safe quests, so she chose one that did not seem hard.
[Quest]
[Commissioned by Bronze rank adventurer Asts Jantres]
[Hello, I am looking for someone to escort me towards the forest to capture a black horned wolf, I am a beast tamer at level 1 and you all know how hard it is to increase your level in any class, the amount of repetition, doing what your class does best and surviving the ordeal—it's exhausting. So, I need someone to watch my back while I focus on taming. You don't have to fight unless something goes wrong, but hey, things always go wrong, right? Reward: 5 silver. Extra if you help with the capture.]
Fell didn't think it was a bad quest, well to her it did not seem bad, production type classes and taming types are harder to level up in this game and it was taxing, then again it seemed her class is a semi-production type so it would probably take her a long time to level it up.
She took the paper from the board and went over to Lynn to register. Lynn greeted her with a smile. "Oh, you look cuter than yesterday, nice choice of clothes the orange really fit's you"
Fell rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, the clothes were nice and she has to agree, the fashion sense of the person who secretly kept it for her was not bad...but why was he, a former boy suddenly thinking about fashion, Fell sighed and did not think much of it. "Uhm, thanks, can you register the quest now also where can I meet this Asts today"
Lynn chuckled, she had an urge to pat Fell's head but held back, instead tapping the quest paper with a quill. "Alright, you're all set. As for Asts, you'll find him waiting near the town's east gate. He usually hangs around there in the mornings, getting ready for his outings."
Fell gave a nod. "Got it. Thanks, Lynn."
"No problem. Try not to get into too much trouble."
Fell waved over her shoulder as she left the guild, stepping back into the sunlit streets of Silick Town. The east gate wasn't far—just past the marketplace, where merchants were beginning to call out their wares. She kept her pace steady, occasionally glancing at her deck. The weight of it at her hip felt strangely reassuring, even if she had no idea how to properly use it.
She arrived at the gate within minutes and scanned the small crowd gathered there. It didn't take long to spot who she assumed was Asts—a young man crouched near a wooden crate, checking over a small assortment of items. He was lanky, with short, messy brown hair, a pair of thin-framed glasses perched on his nose, and a long coat that looked too big for him. A leather satchel hung at his side, a small cage strapped to its back.
Fell approached, stopping a few steps away. "Asts Jantres?"
The young man looked up, blinking rapidly as if pulled from deep thought. "Oh! Uh, yeah, that's me. And you must be—" He squinted at her guild badge. "Fell?"
"That's right. I took your request."
Asts stood up quickly, nearly knocking over the crate. He adjusted his glasses, giving her a once-over. "Oh, great! You, uh, look a little… hmm, not what I expected. But no complaints. You've got the kind of presence that won't scare off beasts too much."
Fell raised an eyebrow. "Not sure if that's a compliment."
"It is! I mean, you don't have that 'dangerous predator' vibe, you know? Wolves are sensitive to that kind of thing. Makes my job easier."
Fell exhaled, deciding not to push the subject. "Alright. What's the plan?"
Asts grinned, adjusting the strap on his satchel. "Simple! We head to the forest, track a black-horned wolf, I do my taming thing, and you make sure nothing eats me in the process."
Fell crossed her arms. "Sounds easy enough. Anything I should know about these wolves?"
"Well, they're fast, smart, and territorial. Also, they don't like fire, loud noises, or sudden movements."
Fell gave him a flat look. "So, don't do anything that might startle them?"
"Exactly!" Asts beamed. "See? You're already getting it."