How do you mean without posting? Do you mean wait a bit longer before you post or that I post? 'Cause I just need to know if she drinks/eats or not.
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Ohh okay okay 
My bad, I’ll post a little one then
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Yem stood back up, carefully throwing her bag inside first before her. She closed the car door, slightly wincing at the small pain it caused to her ears. Her eyes wandered around the interior, her attention grabbed by what was in front her. She was tempted to get the apple, but she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to—it wasn’t even hers, she thinks. Yem didn’t really get the breakfast in hurry and excitement; if she needed to, she would ask the driver about it, but he wasn’t welcoming at all and it just took away her confidence to ask him.
So, what she did, was to just stare at what’s in front of her. “Where are we going?” she asked.
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The shaded driver didn’t answer, didn’t even turn around. Not at first at least. The driver started the engine but didn’t take it out of park yet. Instead, they reached for their own thermos in the cup holder in the middle section and poured the liquid into the lid/cup. Raising the cup to the rear-view mirror to gesture a cheers to Yem before putting it to their lips and drinking, hoping this would signal to her help herself to what was offered.
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Yem’s eyes followed the driver’s motions, arching her brows as she watched him drink. She felt she was indeed supposed to have hers; and so, she made her way into the thermos and poured herself a cup of it. Raising her cup, though it probably wouldn’t be noticed, she flashed an ingenuine smile and sipped it.
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Finishing their cup, the driver placed the cap back on the top of his thermos sitting in the cupholder. However, Yem’s drink seemed to have something added to it; tasteless but effective. Once the sip of tea touched her lips and running down her throat, so did the almost invisible traces of something else that it was laced with. Cradling the cup in her hands, Yem blinked slowly at it, realising something was off. Her eyelids were heavier and her vision was blurry. She carefully put the cup down next to her, knowing something was up. Then all in ten seconds. Just ten seconds and her head rolled back on the seat; Yem wasn’t conscious.
When Yem awoke, the car was stationary and her bag was now seated on the opposite side of her. She was in a different car, which was nothing unusual. The sun was beaming down from above, it can’t have been much after 10am. The car was parked on a range of hills that half-circled a forest valley. Not 40 metres away, downhill, was an overgrown dirt path into the trees.
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Yem slowly got out of the car, looking around warily. What just happened? She thought in confusion. That stupid driver knocked her out! This was the last time she accepted a drink from someone without watching them pour it. She tightly gripped the straps of her backpack, slipping it over her shoulder. Well, time to get moving. Yem began to walk towards the trees, going downhill. She used her spear to bat away the dense foliage blocking her path.
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When Yem was at the bottom of the hill, almost to the forest, there was a short and shrill whistle from back up the hill. The driver’s window had been wound down to whistle loudly at her. The driver had put two fingers to their mouth to do it.
Waiting 10 long seconds, mainly for her to turn, the driver then threw an envelope out the window. It landed on the ground and the window wound back up. The car drove off. The envelope was weighted with a small rock. Along with the rock was a typed letter.
The letter:
Dear Yem,
Here is another task for you to undertake. Apologies for the secrecy in getting to this location, the inhabitants of this valley aren’t too keen on newcomers, so precautions were made. By now, we have become aware of just how far your expertise ranges. We know that the following task will not be difficult for someone of your talents.
Your aim is to stop an impending war between the Pixies and the Púcas. The Pixie prince has been taken by the Púca, and if he is not returned within THREE DAYS, then war will break out. War will be more devastating to this land than the last time, and no one wants that. So we’ve arranged with them to prolong the attack for three days. So make sure you can return the boy before the dawn of day four.
As per normal, your payment will be paid out and waiting for you after the task is complete.
Good Luck.
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Yem was almost at the forest, when a shrill whistle caught her attention. She turned, only to shriek when a rock came sailing towards her with an envelope attached. Jesus. The driver couldn’t just have yelled at her and waited for her to come back? She shook her head, picking up the envelope and opening it, trying not to think what would’ve happened had she been any closer. Ok…stop a war between pixies and…something she’d never heard of. She was pretty sure pixies were only a few inches tall, so she wasn’t sure how devastating this could be, but still. She was asked to help, and help she would. She just wished she was told where she was supposed to go. Oh well. She tucked the letter into her pocket, heading into the woods.
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Yem turned back to the forest, as she reached the edge of the trees, she removed her dagger from her belt and struck the vine right in front of her path. It was thick with vines, branches, and overgrown foliage that made it hard to follow the neglected dirt path. Hacking away with her dagger, attempting to clear the way. Fortunately for Yem, she was careful enough for her hands not to be ripped to shreds, nor was she tripped by any roots underfoot.
After about 30 minutes, the vines and branches thinned and it was easier to push her way through. The path turned left ahead, and when Yem reached the corner, she noticed something she hadn’t seen until she was about to turn. Not something, but someone, sitting on a fallen tree trunk on the other side of the path’s corner.
A man, with dark skin that was made darker by the shadows of the trees. He had mid-length dreads that were well-kept for someone sitting in the forest. He wore leather, head to toe, and flashed Yem a smile. “Hello, fair traveller.”
How will he proceed?
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Yem managed to hack her way through the overgrowth, managing not to get ripped up by the plants. Luckily, the dense foliage thinned after about thirty minutes, and Yem sighed. She turned left, then let out a small gasp. It was almost unnoticeable, but there was a dark skinned man hidden by the shadows. He greeted her with a smile, and she returned it, but kept her guard up. He may be nice now, but that could change. “Excuse me. Do you perhaps know where I can find the pücas?” She asked politely, sheathing her dagger, but keeping a hand on it just in case.
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Marquise
The girl was polite but somewhat timid. Marquise simply gave the girl a reassuring smile and spoke with a rough voice but soothing tone, “Yes, I believe I know where you could find them. My name is Marquise, and who, may I ask, are you?”
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The man, now known as Marquise, gave Yem a reassuring smile, putting her more at ease. “”Nice to meet you, Marquise. I’m Yem. I really appreciate you showing me. I wasn’t really told where I was supposed to go, so any help is greatly appreciated.” Yem didn’t question why there was a guy in the middle of the woods. For all she knew, he was a Drayad or something. At least he was friendly.
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Marquise
The smile never left Marquise’s lips. “It is nice to meet you too, Yem. Not many venturers here,” he mused. He preferred not to leave his spot, but he would mention that to her… well, not directly. “I am willing to tell you in what direction you must stay.” Marquise’s Gaze wandered off to a passing bird that dropped a twig off to its nest and then flew off. “Odd, isn’t it?”, he continued as if continuing a conversation he must have had in his head. Then without much pause, continued with the original conversation as if it flowed perfectly. “How important is the information to you? Would you be willing to answer a riddle for it?”
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Yem could understand why there weren’t many visitors there. There was no way to get past the dense foliage without something sharp. When he offered to tell her which direction to go, she shrugged. “Alright. Thank you.” The followed his gaze to watch a bird, confused when he called something odd. Wait, what? He then asked how important the information was to her, and she sighed. “Pretty important. I kinda need to stop a war in three days or less. Ok, what’s the riddle?” She asked, hoping she could solve it. She really needed this information.
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Marquise
“Yes, that is to be expected,” he responded to the reason she gave for being here. Though it didn’t say as much as that, as he knew why this adventurer had come. Yem wanted information and so asked for the riddle. Crossing his arms over his chest, Marquise nodded. “The more there is, the less you see. What am I?”
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Yem listened to the riddle he gave, pressing her lips together in thought. There were a lot of answers that would technically be correct, but all that mattered was the answer Marquise wanted. “Is it fog? There could be a lot of different answers to this.” She said, really hoping she gave the answer he wanted. If not…that could be a problem.
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Marquise
Marquise uncrossed his arms and let them hang in disappointment, his head did too. When he spoke again, it was with the same calming rough speech but without smile or cheer. “This is rather… interesting answer to give, but no, that is not the answer. At least not the answer to my riddle.”
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Yem slumped, seeing Marquise’s body language. Oh dear. She nodded slowly when he said that wasn’t the answer to his riddle. “Hmmm…ok. Is it rain?” She asked. She internally sighed. Well, this could take a while…oh, wait. “Is it darkness?” Yem asked with a smile.
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Marquise
His head still drooped, he answered, “Third times the charm. Yes.” There was the briefest of pauses, long enough for the breeze to rustle the leaves. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed, but i wish you all the best. I do hope you don’t go with your first instinct during this journey of yours. Good luck.”
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