[center][h2][color=f7941d]Royse[/color][/h2][/center]
Royse teleported back to the city gates, stuffing the teleportation lacrima back into her pockets. She had used far less magic than expected for that trip, and the teleportation was precise without much interference. [i]The one who created this orb must be a seasoned mage.[/i] Rather than heading to the guild hall right away, the archer feels that sightseeing across the streets of Magnolia would be a better idea.

[color=f7941d]"Sorry--"[/color] Royse had accidentally bumped onto a passerby clumsily while making a turn for the streets corner. He was a kid about half her age. He ran away upon seeing her, perhaps it was because of her right eye. [i]No, it was because of this...[/i] Tightening the bandages around her eye socket, she could still feel her fresh wound throbbing in pain. It was rather awkward being the one to scare kids like that. Still it was nothing as compared to what she did in Crocus, on how she killed some of the slavers right in front of the childrens. She grasped her bow so tightly that her hand turned white. [i]If it wasn't for Mithera, I would've slaughtered everybody in the warehouse...[/i]

She relaxed her grip and let out a steady breath as the signboard of the Phoenix Wing guild was within sight. 1 million for one eye, Royse pondered whether that quest was worth the money, despite rescuing the kidnapped kids. She entered the guild hall after buying a lemonade from a nearby stall, sitting by a table as she took a rest from the whole trip.