"Ergh...mornings...suck."

Nyrasimus Krimson. A 24-year-old red-haired mercenary living in a small town called Havengarde. It was to be another typical day for this half-daemon mercenary, looking for quests at the small tavern beside his house, grabbing what seems to be an easy enough quest, but eventually ending up fighting some huge monster that appears out of nowhere. It has become some sort of dreary and boring routine for Nyrasimus for the past 4 years since the start of his mercenary career.

After slowly rising from his...barely comfortable bed, covered in cold sweat, Nyr slowly walks towards the bathroom and attempts to wash up, probably to wake himself up. To his dismay, the water line to his house was still cut. Due to the fact that there has been pollution in the water source lately, and that his bills probably are 2 weeks overdue now.

"Fuck. Why do I always forget to pay the bills...I’ll head to the nearby river then. Two days since I had a proper bath..."

Packing his favorite apple shampoo, soap bar, clothes, and his trusty sword, he heads out towards the spring near the village, in hopes of taking a proper bath. As he heads out the door at 7:36 AM, he finds that the streets are already quite busy. People were bustling about, seemingly preparing for something. Nyr thought to himself, a festival, perhaps?

Then it dawned on him. It was already the 29th day of December of the 999th Year of New Gaia. The whole town was preparing for the festival commemorating the Millenium Year of New Gaia, which would be a large feast spanning from the eve of December 31st towards the end of January 1st.

He spots one of his close friends in the crowd helping with preparations, Yunama Araki, or Yuna, as he calls her. He walks towards her to spark a friendly conversation, while, of course, still carrying his bag of essentials.

As Yuna waves towards Nyr, she spots the small bag that’s in his grasp, with what seems to be a green shampoo cap sticking out of it.
"Heading towards the spring, Nyr?"

"How’d you know?"

"Judging from the small bag that you’re carrying, I’d say it’s pretty obvious.", said Yuna, nodding towards his bag.

"Jeez, talk about sharp intuition. Anyways, do you need some help with those boxes? I’m sure they’re heavy."

"Nah, I don’t want your smelly ass here, Nyr. I want you to take a bath. Just come back later if you want to help, alright?"

"Alright, alright. I guess I’ll see you later."

"Yeah, don’t forget to scrub well, idiot."

As Nyr waves goodbye to Yuna, he heads towards the spring outside of the village. As he arrives by the spring bathhouse, it was empty, to no one’s surprise. Nyr goes inside, and into the men’s bath. He sets his essentials on a stool near the spring and strips.

"Everyone must be quite busy with the preparations. Heh, it is the Millenium Festival, after all."

Nyr takes a dip into the warm water sinks in. Immediately, his mind is clear from worry and prepares to enjoy a long soak in the spring.

30 minutes later, 8:24 AM - December 29, 999th Year of New Gaia

After a long soak in the hot springs and finally a proper cold bath, Nyr wears his usual mercenary clothes, an enchanted black overcoat, a plain teal t-shirt, flexible yet durable pants, and his trusty all-terrain combat boots. Nyr quickly packs up his things and leaves the bathhouse. Returning to Havengarde, he went straight back to his house to leave his bag of stuff, bringing only his sword, and his QFH-14 pistol.

Locking his house, yet again, he sets off to