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- Fantasy, Modern, Magical, Romance, Action, Urban Fantasy
Her father had been the one who forced Hoi into being a barmaid at the Miner's Pickaxe tavern. To this divergence of her career path, Hoi took it none too well. Her mother didn't like it either but when she uttered a word to protest, her husband's hand met her cheek. To protect her mother, Hoi begrudgingly took the job. Every night she would be at the tavern, giving drinks to the miners who left work and to any travelers that came through their town. This was the only solace Hoi could find with her work. Listening to the stories of faraway folk and all of their adventures - this was her drink of choice. However it gave her great pangs because then she would be reminded that she could have pursued that way of life if only her parents allowed her to stay in school.
Unlike the rest of her family, Hoi possessed magical powers. Her mother claimed it was because of Hoi's birth. Both Hoi's parents were stranded at sea when her mother suddenly went into labor. Their boat was slowly capsizing when the baby was born, and thanks to a miracle, a massive wave brought the family of three to shore and into this mysterious land. Hoi found this tale oddly amusing since she was named after the ocean and her powers centered mainly around water.
"Heard the news yet Hoi?" asked Rita, the owner of the tavern. She had lush brunette hair that fell in ringlets around her face.
"What news?"
"Got some soldiers coming home tonight. Definitely gonna be busy. You know what they're like don't you?"
"Rowdy and talkative," came Hoi's curt reply.
"Aye, and they haven't laid eyes on a lady in god knows how long. Make sure you have your knife handy, in case one of them tries to be brave."
Hoi's hand patted her thigh. Underneath her skirts was a dagger that she kept handy for such events like this.
"You tidy up and be ready. I'll be in the back taking inventory."