[color=7ea7d8][i]Crap...[/i][/color]

Alyon realised how stupid she was for even toying with the idea of taking a job in the redlight district. She should have known that it wouldn't have been as simple as a delivery errand. No, it just had to be drug problem. The last thing she wanted to do was piss off some dealers, or worse still a gang. Her desire to not get involved, and her need of having to get involved, were playing against each other. Looking over to Fraya she decided to speak up.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"We're going to have to take the job,"[/b][/color] she started, feeling a little disappointed in the choice, [color=7ea7d8][b]"Mostly because I had the money stolen on the way to the train ticketing booth. I don't know whether we'll get another job opportunity so easily in a town like this."[/b][/color]

Alyon turned away from her friend and back to Miss Thorn, not giving herself a chance to see if Fraya was disappointed about loosing so much money. Ultimately it also came down to the safety of the people under Miss Thorn's supervision and Alyon wouldn't be able to accept it if she turned a blind eye to this sort of situation. Some of the drugs that were manufactured used all sorts of unorthodox ingredients, many more illegal to obtain than the produced drug itself.

[color=7ea7d8][b]"Where can we find these people?"[/b][/color] she enquired as one of the men bought her sword over to girls, giving it back to the Hunter.