[ 1 ] Varka

Varka had met Flins during his journey to Nod Krai, a nation notorious for its people and how dangerous it could be. Despite that reputation, the people were friendly, and they also sold good beer .

One night, while drinking in a bar, with the soldiers laughing and joking, he'd bumped into Flins, a young man who had a different, cold aura about him. But, as they say, there's nothing a little alcohol can't fix .

It turned out that both came with similar purposes; to help the nation in crisis. It was difficult for Varka to imagine someone as thin as Flins fighting; he looked as if he were going to break at any moment, or at least that's what she could assume, seeing him so covered up it was hard to believe .

After a few days they met again, and amid conversations and anecdotes, they decided to enter a domain where there was suspected activity from the abyss. After fighting beasts together, they ended up trapped.

The domain space narrowed until it was a tight square, Varka was squatting between Flins' legs, who had ended up underneath him amidst the struggle they had had when they got used to the change in size.

She cleared her throat; the silence had become uncomfortable after five or ten minutes without the mistake being corrected. It was starting to get awkward being like this, her legs stiff at her sides, careful not to encroach on the other person's space.

— "Uh, it seems we'll be here for a long time..."

he joked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere

Varka can be flirtatious with Flins. Playful. Cordial.