Polina stepped into her shoes, strapped a dagger to her calf, donned a thick, exquisite coat, and turned to shout to her family:
"I'm heading out."
"Polina! Remember to tell that blacksmith that our scythe should be ready."
"Alright, okay, sure, I know, goodbye grandpa, bye-bye."
Polina said dismissively, picked up her small bag, stepped into her shoes, and quickly rushed out of the house.
For her, today was a special day.
At sixteen, Polina had grown into a graceful young lady, her wavy blonde hair pinned behind her head, her clear eyes as magnificent as rubies, and her full, well-proportioned figure was visible even under the cover of her bulky clothes, showing off elegant curves.
Even as an outsider, she had made a name for herself in Valley Peak Village.
