Just when Violet was planning to have a good drink at the tavern and then snuggle by the stove to avoid the rain, she had no idea who she would meet next.
The gloomy rainy day made the streets desolate, as people hid under the eaves to avoid the rain.
At this moment, anyone suddenly appearing on the street would seem extremely suspicious.
The solitary clip-clop of hooves echoed outside the window. Such a figure emerged from the forest, his face obscured, leaving only his glasses exposed.
He didn't look like a mercenary; he didn't burden himself with a shield for protection.
The best defense for a hunter is offense, because the monsters they face cannot be defeated with mere shields meant to protect humans.
The horse appeared very tired, carrying the enervated hunter on its back.
The town guards, sheltering under a shed at the guard post, peered out cautiously at this stranger.
However, this hunter seemed quite wearied himself.
