In a forest called Oliver Woods a woman in the start of her twenties was sitting with her back to a tree. A good looking young woman with red curly hair that pass down her shoulders and stop at her breasts, a nice figure that could be seen even though she now wore a robe.

She was shivering at the moment and a hint of panic could be seen in her eyes as she looked around herself. Clearly fleeing from someone or something. She was out of breath from all the running.

The woman was not of the athletic kind. She could often be seen strolling around inside a park or be seen reading some books on her free time.

Today was the day she regretted not training her body as much as she did her mind, but it was not uncommon that mages was lazy and untrained people. They just had to chant and wave their hands to get something done.

She was of course no exception from that. Her status as a mage graduate have just recently granted her the title of a lady. A low noble, but still a lady. Dressed in a fine cut red robe with silver threaded flowers embroidered around her fine bosom she looked to be ready to go to a ballroom.

In the deep forest it looked out of place. But it all made sense when she was riding there with five guards at her side earlier. Armored and armed to their teeth.

Her first mission granted by a higher noble was to find out and if possible clear out the trouble that been roaming the roads and nearby forest. If it wasn't possible she was to get back and get more assistance.

It was supposed to be an easy mission and she had asked for it. Now she was close to failing it and dirty her new noble name. If she manage to survive.

[Growl..]

Shuddering the women looked sideways to see a two meter tall Demon wolf, but this wolf had a white colored fur and looked to have a more solid and muscular body then a normal one.

This was a more rare kind of wolf that often could be seen closer to the mountains, not here in the woods. It was a Demonic Dire wolf. Compared to its common wolf this kind was much more vicious, faster and stronger.

The wolf had some blood covering it, but most of its blood was from her former guardsmen that got torn to shreds by its claws and jaw. The guards only manage to shallowly hurt it with their swords.

The mage could probably had killed it, but was to terrified to be of any use when the beast actually attacked. Stuttering she could not chant or cast any magic. When only one guard was left she shamefully ran off in tears into the woods.

Now waiting for her death she was in panic and could hardly even move.

-H-h-help... (Woman)

The Dire wolf was clearly bored by her, it wanted her to run some more before he was going to kill her. Lifting its right paw to end it he suddenly falls forward and looking at the ground closing in on him.

In fact it was the wolf head that was falling to the ground while the body soon collapsed afterward.

Behind it a human figure could be seen. In dirty and tattered clothes, with a beard and long hair he looked like a homeless person except for the fact he held a sword in his right hand. Looking at it closely it was also in a bad shape, it was even a miracle that the sword was still holding together.

The women looked at the man and wonder what was going on. He could not have killed the beast, could he? She slowly stood up on unsteady legs and carefully approached the unknown man.

At a closer look, this homeless person was ripped and tall. Around 1.8m with a slim muscular build to him. It was hard to tell his hair color because it was too dirty. It even had a few leaves in it. entangled in a mess. His beard looked no better. The only thing that she could clearly see was his eyes. Gray and mysterious.

-T-thanks.. (Woman)

-You saved me there, my name is Dinastra. But people call me Dina. (Dina)

The man looked at her for a long time and it was starting to get awkward.

Shrimp.. (Hobo)

Eh? (Dion)

She went red in her face. With her red robe and red hair she looked like a tomato.

-Y- you... S-shrimp? (Dina)

Clearly she was starting to get upset but before that could happen the homeless person pointed at himself.

-Shrimp. (Hobo)

Eh?! (Dina)

'Is he a retarded hermit that lives alone in the forest?' (Dina)

She was starting to back off a bit but the man didn't seem to care either way. Instead he hunched down near the Dire wolf and starting to cut it up.

Dina soon relaxed when he didn't seem to do anything harmful or even say a word to her. Instead she looked at what he was doing while she tried to figure out why he seemed so familiar.

Of course she hadn't meet a hobo like him before. It was all very strange.

The hobo soon put the meat down nearby and was about to leave. When Dina saw that, she got up in fright of being left alone.

But she didn't have to worry as she followed him she noticed he just started to gather some firewood. She helped to some degree without a word and picked up a few dry branches and then followed him back to the dead beast.

'Is he going start a fire?' (Dina)

Watching him staple the wood and then with a flick of his left hand a jet of flames shot out and the wood was ignited.

-E-eh?! (Dina)

She was of course stupefied by what had happened. Clearly he was not a normal everyday city-hobo.