The young man had chestnut brown hair, which was shorn to within an inch of his head. The angles in his face were distinct, and his high cheekbones served to highlight his narrow eyes, which looked both wicked and strong. He wore a simple attire of a normal townsperson: a vest over his white buttoned shirt, a pair of gingerbread trousers and leather boots. Despite the normal-looking clothes, he was dashing in both appearance and aura.
"Thank you very much," Libitina hurried to curtsey to him. As Enzak seems to be in a European setting just like in the game, she thought it would not go wrong to imitate olden European greetings, or at least what she saw in the game. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.
"It's okay. It was along the way, but how are you?" the young man asked her gently.
"Yes, I am alright. Thank you for asking."
Libitina paused, thinking of what she should say. Should she walk away now? There was an awkward moment.
"Thank you very much again," she repeated. "You were very nice to help me…"
"That said, if you do not mind answering, where did you come from?" the man questioned.
"Ah? Um, I came from outside town…"
"…Oh, sorry for being impolite. My name is Odin, and I have a shop nearby."
"You can call me Libby."
Libitina bit her lips. In a situation where she probably did not belong to this world, she was hesitant to share too much information. What if they continued asking her, and she failed to answer them? They would probably put up their guard even more then.
But Libitina forgot that this was the world of Morobeau. Unlike Earth, where technology was abundant and every individual could be tracked unless illegally trafficked or deemed as stateless, it was normal for Morobeauns to live in an environment where information was not immediately on hand. Naturally, the sudden appearance or disappearances of people was also not treated with as much suspicion as on Earth.
"Well," Odin continued, "If you would like, you can stay in the stables of my shop temporarily for now. It is a little dangerous to wander about now, especially given the way you dress…"
Odin glanced at Libby. Her dress was actually a night dress on closer inspection, and she had no coat. His eyes widened when he saw that she was not wearing any shoes either; in fact, what he thought were shoes were feet stained by mud and grass.
'Has she been trekking without shoes?' he thought, astounded. 'Considering that it has not been raining, she would have to be deeper in the forest to get such a thick layer of mud and moss on her feet, and there are wounds from tall grass as well.'
But even though she was so drably attired, Odin could not deny that Libby was a beauty. Her pale face shone like a small moon, and her eyes were enormous enough for him to see his reflection in them. She was like a weak animal, and his heart was a little moved by her fragility. It was probably this fragility that led that drunk man to approach her.
'Cute,' he thought. But this was not the reason to help her. He would have helped anyone in the same situation.
Libitina followed Odin's eyes and looked down at herself. A blush immediately coloured her face. 'Ah', she thought miserably, 'what a sin it is, to stain a handsome man's eyes with my appearance'.
But nevertheless, he was offering to help her. She needed a shelter to have a sense of security, at least for the moment. Even if said shelter was the stables. It would be a unique experience, anyway.
"If it is possible, it would be a great help," Libitina took a deep breath and accepted Odin's offer.
"Follow me," Odin nodded.