Escort [Solo/Request]

Farah was now done with the weak ass requests. He thought it was now finally time to get serious and start once again to get the rhythm of the high level fights. He wanted to match those fights he found daily in the Coliseum out here, but now it had been a let down so far, although he knew he hadn't been looking out in the right places. Farah had just taken a few days of relax, trying to shake off the previous experiences. The red haired Fanalis went on a small spree to help out people on the town. It was kinda weird for a man such ash himself to do that kind of jobs, but something inside him told him it was the right thing to do. Farah was a man that had grown up in a really aggressive and dangerous environment. He had only known fighting throughout his life, but now he was able to change everything. The first jobs he had been taking were a reflection of exactly that. The first thing he had done as some kind of "atonement" or even considered as a "therapy" was to visit orphan kids. This meant more to Farah in more than one ways. Although he didn't completely have that kid loving factor, he indeed had a weak spot for orphans. As he visited them he remembered his dad, and all the good moments he had passed with him. This simply managed to make him upset, since the memories that came exactly afterwards from those beautiful ones were the moments he was killed and consequently dispatched. Not only this, but the fact that the memories of the loss of his father were hard for eleven year old Farah to handle, his mother had been decapitated in the exact same way his father was, only to see them throw both the corpses of his parents in a common and dirty pit. This was a moment that marked his life forever, as this was the each moment when his innocent childhood and days of love were over, just to be replaced with the feelings of imprisonment and hatred. The moment when Farah Al-Zahir, heir to one of the strongest Fanalis clans became an orphan.

His time with the kids had been helpful both for the kids and himself as well. The next task he had completed was to help an old sick man with a cargo he had to deliver. It was indeed a great nuisance, considering the fact that the horses he was provided with were almost as useless as their master. After a lot of hardships and taking a tremendous amount of time off from his free time, Farah managed to complete the transporting mission successfully. The other remaining missions had been way better than the first two, since these ones actually included fighting. Although he was really excited with the thought of battle, the low level of expertise in the matter made his opponents really boring to deal with.

That was the exact reason why the red haired fanalis looked for a harder job in these moments. Farah wanted to find Heliohapt's request board and then look around or the contractor that he might find. The red haired adventurer woke up really early that day. He was sure to check all of his equipment before going out into the streets. He wanted to make sure there were not going to be any mistakes regarding its functioning. Not like a sword had much to be looked after either way. The man left the inn he was staying without making a sound. Although he had some spare money from his winnings in Reim, his recent scolding by an old accounting master he found in a bar had made him think about excessive spending.

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The hot headed Farah was never a patient one when it came to find for places, and this hunt for the request board was beginning to turn tedious. Hr couldn't believe he was actually spending 2 hours searching for something that ought to be in a place where everyone could see it. However, his luck seemed to suddenly change when a young lady approached the tall red haired fanalis. "Mister! Mister! Help me!" Farah could notice the nervous look she had in her face. "Hmm?" simply replied Farah as he looked directly into her eyes. "I-I'm sorry... But I need to deliver this letter with top secret information to a really important person, but I need some help finding him." Farah simply looked at the girl with a blank expression of amusement. Was this girl really stupid enough to tell a stranger she carried secret information? And on top if it, trusting him enough to ask for help? The world was sure full of weird people. However, who was he to negate such help? "Well then, I guess I'll have to help you. Whom are we exactly looking for?" The look of relief in the girls face made Farah immediately understand that he was being targeted, and that both of them would be challenged sooner or later. "Ah-ahhh-ahh!! Thank Ilah!! Thank you, thank you! I'm looking for Mr. Shaw, but that's nothing to worry about for now" And so was the girl right, more than he would have wanted to. Up ahead, a group of 5 generic thieves appeared. This was getting pathetic for Farah, they were the third group of thieves he had to defeat that week. Irritated by the fact, Farah dashed towards them without muttering a single word. The thieves were caught off surprise by the Fanalis' superior speed, and before they could take up their blades in defense, Farah crashed up two of them like a thunder shock. He grabbed both their skulls as he impacted them with the speed of his dash, smashing their heads in the solid stone wall behind them. Without letting go the two lifeless bodies, Farah rose them from the skull and threw them at the remaining three horrified thieves. The bodies fell down the thieves with a strong thud, making them fall into the ground as Farah immediately kicked the face of one of them before he could touch the ground. The sound of cracking bones filled the silent streets. The horrified remaining two attempted to stab Farah at fast speeds, managing to only scratch his body and anger the Fanalis. With a single hook, he broke both thieves skulls thanks to his strength. His bloodlust was now in the skies.

After a few moments where the little girl remained silent and motionless, still processing what had developed before her, Mr.Shaw appeared. He thanked the girl and Farah, giving him a bag of money as token of gratitude. This was really unfortunate, the job was already done and Farah was simply warming up...

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