With the victory secured over the spider, Jayce let out a roar of victory, along with Noire howling before they turned their attention to the people who'd been captured...and Celia. Luckily she was okay, but Jayce still felt a tinge of fear when she lost consciousness...

As the months passed by, Jayce too felt the pain of losing members of the guild, some smiling and saying they'd be fine when they went off to do a job, and most never coming back. Even if they did, they weren't smiling. Jayce started to fall off his work ethic, though he did have a good bit of savings remaining. Taking up odd job's at his landowner's garage, Jayce managed to accomplish quite a bit in the technical sense, building various magical vehicles for the citizens of Middlemist to use. And, of course, he built his own. He even went as far as to take money out of his own pocket to build Magical vehicles for the Guild's use. 

Noire, even as an animal, felt the pains of loss, and felt into a sort of quick depression, not even waking up Jayce in the morning and just lying in her bed. Of course, she didn't stay like that for long, and quietly helped Jayce with his jobs, and by finding him stuff to build Vehicles with from a scrapyard.

Jayce looked out of the window to his apartment, resting his chin on his artifical arm, Noire still asleep in her bed. Getting dressed, he kept looking out the window, thinking: [i]"Town's just not the same..."[/i]