Kilo arrives at the tavern, the last checkpoint before the badlands, barren lands with a plethora of bandits roaming around, robbing or even killing anybody who dares cross. Kilo looks at the big gates on the other side of the compound as they open. A caravan of tired mercenaries accompanying a battered wagon with many arrows sticking out of its roof. The catgirl scratches the back of her head with her tail. "Holy tuna... I will have to find somebody tough to guard my beautiful butt." She says t...