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[@PaulHaynek],[@Silver Carrot],[@13org](FYR)

Magnus was relieved that there weren't any hard feelings between him and Rebecca. There was nothing he enjoyed more than pleasant company, and understanding company was in even shorter supply. He never really had a lot of friends back home, so he was glad he didn't miss the chance to make another one because of...formality and dress codes. 

Happy with the conclusion, he figured that maybe he and the priest woman would get along well...she seemed quick to understand, and he'd heard that priests were generally nice people. The one he'd met at port certainly was. Regardless, Magnus eagerly tore into his portion of the game, ears perking up as the door opened and Freyr and Neil walked through. Waving an arm at them, he was glad to see that they were back safe and sound. However, from Neil's explanation it definitely seemed that something weird happened. Shooting Freyr a concerned look, he hoped that nothing bad happened on the job. 

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[color=A9A9A9][center][h2]The Dragon's Dressmaker[/h2][/center]
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Nephele was ecstatic, taking the box in her hands before nodding. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Of course! After all, once I'm gone from here, there will be no need to guard this place. Perhaps, they'll accept all of this as an apology."[/b][/color] the dragon woman spoke, gesturing a hand towards the piles of glittering golden items and various other valuables. [color=A9A9A9][b]"Frankly, its been troublesome to keep them all cooped up all this time...you wouldn't believe the number of barbarian hordes I've had to confuse into believing there was a ghost haunting the fog."[/b][/color] Nephele said, taking a deep breath before suddenly exhaling a thick screen of fog around herself from the neck down, discarding her previous ragged and shabby clothing to don the black dress that [url=https://i.imgur.com/kyBfduU.png]seemed to suit her very well[/url], now looking a lot more respectable than she had with just a n empty sack of spuds for covering. 

Taking a deep breath and looking over herself as the fog faded, a tinge of red covered her cheeks before a smile tore at her lips. [color=A9A9A9][b]"...I haven't felt so excited to receive a gift since...I can't tell you when. Even if it was a job, I humbly thank you from the bottom of my heart."[/b] [/color]she said, bowing to Maria before suddenly shoveling a couple handfuls of coins into a leather pouch that was bulging with the amount she put into it. Easily 1,000 gold pieces were clanging about in that bag, before Maria would find it being plopped into her hand. [color=A9A9A9][b]"1,000 Gold should suffice. I request that you leave the rest for the villagers, as they'll need the funds to recruit a militia before danger strikes. Also...as additional payment,"[/b][/color] the black dragon said, before suddenly pulling a jewel encrusted sword from the pile, gleaming in the torchlight before Nephele suddenly took out a waterskin of some sort that reeked of something foul. Gingerly applying some of the red smelly liquid within, she poured some of it out and onto various splotches of the golden pile, then splattering one large slash across the back wall. [color=A9A9A9][b]"You get to be a Dragon Slayer."[/b][/color] She said, before slicing through various bits of the cave with her claws, fabricating a battle that never happened.

Having thoroughly ruined her home, the dragoness smiled softly as she held the sword's handle out to Maria. [color=A9A9A9][b]"The villagers will want an explanation of how you lifted the fog. I don't want them to believe you to be an accomplice of mine, so...simply say that you stabbed the dragon in its sleep, slashing it until the struggle ended. Rabbit's blood is good enough for the smell and color, but say that my body dissolved...or something of the like."[/b][/color] Once, and if, the sword was accepted, Nephele would walk to the mouth of her cave and start to walk out and into the fog. 

[color=A9A9A9][b]"We will meet again."[/b][/color] she said before seeming to dissolve into the fog itself, which was quickly starting to evaporate. Once the air cleared, it would seem to Maria that she was...walking the way towards the Guild. Now, Maria was left with a bloody sword, a sack of gold, and a hell of a story to tell the villagers that would no doubt start fanning out once the fog's fearful shade was lifted.