A robed figure walked along a pier, the person minded his own business as he moved through a crowd. In fact, everyone failed to even see the stranger's face since he also wore a face mask to cover the lower half of his face while the rest was hidden by a hood.

The person stopped when he laid his eyes upon a stand that sold certain items. He was rather hungry since he hadn't eaten for a day and a half. Perhaps the nomadic lifestyle has began to take its toll.

???: I'll take a few grilled fish.... Actually make that ten.

The vendor was rather confused by the odd request.

???: Trust me, I'm not eating it alone. Although I am pretty damn hungry.

The vendor simply shrugged before he readied the order. As soon as he finished, the stranger handed him the amount of lien that was owed and the wanderer took the box of grilled fish.

After wandering a bit more, the cloaked stranger approached a certain raven haired teen.

Blake: I thought you said that we'd meet this morning, what happened?

???: Grimm... Some rather tough ones at that.

Blake: (Y/N), I thought we talked about this.

You lowered the face mask to reveal your scarred face.

(Y/N): Right... Sorry...

You were a little guilty since you worried the cat faunus. Perhaps taking on the grimm was a bad idea, even if you wanted to test your newest abilities.

Blake: *sigh* But it's impossible to stay mad at you..

You felt her peck your cheek, which made you lightly chuckle before you handed her the box of grilled fish. You have already eaten three along the way which filled your empty stomach.

Blake: ... *quiet tone* Y-you're forgiven.

You simply laughed as she quickly took the box and began to devour the fish.

(Y/N): So how much longer till we head back to Menagerie?

Your girlfriend was about to answer until someone accidentally bumped into you. You turned around to find a male teen that was the same age as you with a sniper behind his back.

???: Sorry, amigo!

You pushed him out of the way since there was a muscular person trying to punch him, in the middle of a crowd.

???: The hell you want this time, pendejo?! I already said I was sorry!

???: Sorry ain't gonna pay for my drink that you spilled!

You brought fourth your dagger and pointed the blade at the muscular, possibly drunk, person.

(Y/N): Back up or things are gonna get worse! For you.

The drunken mad simply scoffed before walking away from the three of you.

???: Gracias! I accidentally knocked over his drink and he's been trying to get me to lay for it! Pinche borracho...

(Y/N): Anywaayyys, nice to meet ya.

???: Likewise.

The person then left since he was trying to find a certain ship.

Blake: Least you didn't get into another brawl like the last town.

(Y/N): What? Those other guys had it coming to them, they were tormenting a poor faunus... Now that I think about it, she kind of reminded me of-

The loud noise of a ship sounding its horn caught the attention of both of you as the vessel approached.

(Y/N): Guess that's ours.

Blake: Yeah... Let's go.

TIME TO BRING THE STORIES BACK