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[i][color=Silver]Nap-time Knight[/color][/i]
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As Rhein’s aimless strolling continued, the strength of the growls of his stomach grew stronger. [color=Silver][i]”This suuuckks. I should just go eat without ‘em. Snooze ya lose, right?”[/i][/color] he thought, failing to take into the account the fact that he’d been napping not too long ago. Just as he was about to make good on his new plan to just go and fill his stomach, he heard a familiar voice calling his name, prompting him to look in the direction of where it came from, only to see the buxom beastgirl. Estelle. [color=Silver]”Huh? What are talking ab-mmmfph”[/color] Rhein’s question was cut short when the feline-eared woman grabbed him and basically shoved his face into her chest, a remarkable feat considering his height. [color=Silver][i]”So…. Soft.”[/i][/color] he mused, enjoying the situation until it had become hard to breathe, at which point Estelle had already begun to pull away and start rubbing his face rather roughly with her shirt. It was situations like this that reminded him of, and reinforced, his goal to have his extravagant mansion of similarly buxom beauties.
[color=Silver]”Ugh… Thanks, I guess? Might’ve been a good idea to explain what was wrong first before ya try rubbing my face off.”[/color] he remarked before perking up at the prospect of [i]free[/i] food.
[color=Silver]”Well, lead the way.”[/color]

It wasn’t long before the two found Saffron squatting over a pig. Knowing him, he was probably going to try and collect its blood for whatever the hell purpose he collected random blood for. After a short exchange between the Dragnan and the Beastgirl, Saffron had already pulled out a knife and gotten ready to cut the rope before the owner of the boar stepped out, looking visibly angry about what looked to be a group of strangers attempting to steal the damned thing. [color=Silver][i]Please don’t say what you’re d-[b]Fuck[/b]”[/i][/color] Rhein pinched the bridge of his nose when Saffron let on that he was going to bleed the man’s animal, especially since there was no context for it. Was this guy gonna think they were all part of some kind of bizarre cult? Before Rhein could even recover from Saffron’s blunder, he heard another familiar voice shout.
[i][color=paleturquoise][b]“HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S A PIG!!”[/b][/color][/i]
A look of horror crossed his face as the tiny, dark-haired Dragnan girl known as Grimhildr entered the stage, escalating the situation even further by leaping atop the boar and, [i]even worse[/i], riding it off into the distance. A few beats had passed, but soon enough, the boar’s owner had begun to shout some nonsense about having them pay for the boar, no doubt spurred by the fact that Grimhildr made it obvious that she was one of their associates. Annoyed, Rhein was about to speak up, only to be further thrown for a loop when Saffron cracked the butcher on the head with his staff, knocking him out cold. 
[color=Silver]”Honestly, I’m thinking about quitting myself now.”[/color] Rhein grumbled before propping the unconscious butcher against the wall of the building he’d exited to confront them. With that done, he proceeded in the direction of where Grimhildr had gone, the destruction left in the boar’s wake serving as the perfect trail of breadcrumbs by which to follow the Dragnan and her unruly steed. 

Rather than sprint after them, Rhein chose to walk, scoffing at Saffron’s suggestion. It seemed Rhein only got to be the “leader” when everyone else was getting in some kind of trouble. [color=Silver][i]”Eh, maybe going back home wouldn’t be such a bad idea?”[/i][/color] he thought, only to quickly put the idea out of his mind. Not an option. Though, if things like this kept happening, the Shabu Shabu Party’s rep was gonna go down the drain. Not that their reputation was particularly stellar to begin with.  
[color=Silver]”Geez, this thing really went for maximum damage.”[/color] he remarked, coming to an enclosure of stalls that the boar, with Grimhildr in tow, happened to be running around in circles between after having put a hurting on quite a few of them. At this point, it just looked like the boar was trying to shake Grimhildr off, but once it spotted Rhein, it made a mad dash in his direction. 
[color=Silver]”Uhhh….”[/color] Rhein raised an eyebrow as the boar made its charge, determination in the animal’s eyes as it charged toward’s the tan-skinned individual. As soon as the boar was within reasonable melee distance, it would receive quite a surprise. Without any real hint of hesitation, Rhein [i]punched the boar in the face[/i], spiking its head into the ground and knocking it out instantly and probably launching Grimhildr from the abruptness of the stop. Perhaps they could just bring the boar back and pretend nothing ever happened? Well, that’d be pretty hard considering the mess they made. Rhein found it hard to believe that being in a Hunting Party would be this stressful for everybody. Or, if it were, the stress was probably relegated solely to the actual hunting portion of everyday life rather than the shenanigans that were going on with the Shabu Shabu Party. Had he just gotten unlucky and recruited a bunch of troublemakers? Was he [i]that[/i] desperate?