[h3]Falke, East Shopping District[/h3]
	Rebecca shook her head when Chambala asked her if she had a problem with where she lived. It wasn’t the type of conversation she deemed to be worth continuing. In fact, she didn’t want to dig herself into some sort of hole. She couldn’t imagine living in the forest, herself. So far removed from civilization and its triumphs, she wondered if she would go bored out of her mind in such a situation. Even her interest in the arts would serve her little in such a place.

	“Travelling together would be a great idea,” Rebecca said. “But you’ll probably have to show me around to those shops. I haven’t really gotten around to getting supplies yet.” Rebecca looked forward to having Chambala along on this journey if nothing else. She didn’t think that Chambala was the kind of person that she could have a discussion about animus theory with, but she was otherwise a rather pleasant person who wasn’t hard to look at and could probably hold her own in a fight. Perhaps she would ask if the forest hunter had any interest in music, later.

	“Well, if you say so.” Rebecca responded when her friend claimed to be able to take a golem down. It certainly sounded impressive, at any rate. Chambala then asked her if she wanted to resume trying to talk to the woman in the golden armor, and Rebecca was reminded that this was what she meant to do in the first place.

	“Ah, yes,” Rebecca said. “I think I’ll go do that no-” She was interrupted as commotion broke out in the nearby crowd. People were calling the guards, intent on stopping whatever irritant was disturbing the relative peace of the market. Rebecca shook her head. She would like to avoid running into anything resembling authority in Falke, if at all possible. The closest thing to help that she would be getting if she got caught would be another agent getting rid of her and whatever valuable information she had left behind.

	“By Calieo and Selinae’s light combined this is the wor-” Rebecca started, cutting herself off and calming down with a deep sigh. “Let’s just grab what we need, Chambala. Our path isn’t getting any shorter. Perhaps we’ll run into her again later.” Rebecca had never stuck with the faith of her homeland quite as well as her sister did, but she nevertheless didn't feel right saying such things at the slightest provocation.

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[h3]Tour de Rouge, Main Gates[/h3]
	Veronica was about to answer Tirnea’s question before Jaimie did it for her, at least partially. While she wasn’t too fond of the way that Jaimie spoke of her, she wasn’t sure if Serena was ever a hunter herself, having never gotten the idea to ask. But with the stories her teacher told to her, she wouldn’t be surprised if it was the case at some point. Serena turned her head towards Tirnea, seeing fit to address her now that her dealings with Jaimie had lulled for the moment.

	“My name is Serena,” she said, “And this is my student, Veronica. I have experienced many professions in my time, but for now, my only duty is ensuring that Veronica succeeds on her journey. We will likely be travelling across the continent, and you are welcome to join us if you wish. I can reward you if you would be willing to aid us on our mission, but if not, I would ask that you not do anything reckless if we get into trouble.” Serena looked the foreign lady over, something cold and analytical washing over her eyes for but a moment before it receded to her usual demeanor.

	“You are Pinuran,” Serena continued, somewhat quieter, but not enough to seem suspicious. “Are you not? If you decline, I would still advise you not stay in this city for too long. The Choir is not so trusting of your homeland, and they are not kind to those who they believe are sticking their noses where they do not belong.” Serena would have preferred it if she were to come along with them, even if it were just for a fellow foreign perspective on events.