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Serena waved her hand as she tried to find the words to explain further, and she reflexively weaved a gentle breeze that swirled and snaked its way around her fingers. This one asked very good questions.

“This golem is not wooden,” Serena explained. “It is tall and lean, and made of metal, painted black. It is a combat golem, but it relies on agility, flight, and spellcasting rather than bulk and brute strength as most do. I would say that it is the most dangerous among them.

The young hunter I mentioned earlier is, of course, dressed like someone from Tour de Rouge, a more old-fashioned style. He has pale skin and long blonde hair that covers one eye, and will probably be carrying a parasol to shield himself from the sun if he is encountered outdoors, and can use both concealed weapons and blood manipulation magic.

There is also a young woman, likely entering her teenage years. If you are familiar with the spiritualists of Loyalitat, she wears their garb. Strange robes adorned with feathers, and a beaked hood. Similar to a crow or raven. She has light skin, black hair, and a ceremonial dagger. She seems the least dangerous, but she seems to warp from place to place in a strange fashion.

The last one, I unfortunately do not know much about him. He was wearing armor made of a strange black metal, with an even stranger sword, but I do not know of any features beyond that. He has yet to show his face.”


She stopped to think for a moment. That was all of them. But as for the issue of how to contact her… She looked back to the tavern for a moment before she reconsidered. Having this one around freed up her schedule for the day. Or at least saved her from an excuse to get sidetracked.

“I’ll be taking care of some business in the central tower,” Serena explained. “The guards will likely not let you inside, but ask for them to fetch me for you and we can meet out front.” She paused once more.

“Ah, of course,” The half-demon realized. “My name is Serena Hazetaka. Pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

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Rebecca shook her head. This was chaos. Everyone was bickering over what to do and it wasn’t even clear if whatever Denise was trying to blow up actually died in the first place. The researcher tuned out their bickering as she swung her case off her back and plopped it on the ground, quietly humming a little tune as she went through the process of unlocking it. She popped it open, slung her weapon over her shoulder, and slung the case back behind her. She flipped the safety off as she scanned the edge of the crater. No sign of the damn thing, whatever it was.

“Normally I’d be all in favor of finding whatever that was in the name of good-natured scientific curiosity,” Rebecca said as Denise tossed a little more fire into the fray. “But I’d really much rather just get home safe.” She held her cannon a bit more loosely as she cautiously moved out of the way.