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[color=orange]”Okay, so not going back there for a while.”[/color]

Ozzy has managed to figure out how to fly and make notes in his journal.  It was harder than it looked as unlike the harpies, flying didn’t exactly come naturally to the amalgamation of monster and human.   Still having little to do but look inside his own head or enjoy the view when going from place to place, Ozzy made sure to put the claws on his feet to good use.  Holding the book while he penned in his thoughts and experiences, an onlooker would find this aerial acrobatics kind of awkward, but Ozzy got by.

Lokdar Swamp was his last destination.  He got curious.  The country he was in was monster territory primarily, being this close to the Demon Kingdom of Lymeria, it just made sense.  Ozzy was curious to the types of monsters that would lay within the undeveloped wilderness, when most of the towns to his study were quite monster friendly.   The swamps seemed like a good place to visit if only to get some observations.

What happened was that landing on a branch got him dangerous close to a Lilarune during blooming season.  Having politely declined their advances, they attempted to use their sap to attempt to knock him to the ground.   He got a particularly bad hit while retreating, making his wing almost useless.  Only getting a few dozen yards away, he scrambled to catch a tree branch, only just barely missing it.  Then, around his foot, he felt a slimy tentacle reach up to claim him.  It was a batch of tentacle plants that was growing like a bush at the base of the tree.  The rest of his trip was spent trying to get his wings to work, while holding onto the branch and clawing away at the mobile plant with his free foot.  

By the time he was back in the air, Ozzy was nearly exhausted, looking about as bad as he felt.  Thankfully it was nothing but a nice peaceful forest below him now with the makings of civilization just beyond it.  Ozzy figured rather than risk running into any other bit of unpleasantness that building in the distance would be where he would rest for a bit.

Hopefully it was some kind of inn, and hopefully it was open.

Landing just off the paved road nearby he rubbed his soar wings with a groan.  Stretching them out then folding them up, making them look a little bit like a unremarkable cape.  This was intentional, the same way his sandals looked like boots with the way he covered his claws.  It was sometimes very convenient to come across as human at first glance.  You never know who was with the Order, and who just plan didn’t like monsters.  Ozzy was on a mission of peace and understanding but he could completely understand how monsters could leave a bad taste in people’s mouths.  Despite all that though, his owl like elongated eyebrows would probably tell an onlooker that something was up.   There was only so much he could do.

Looking presentable, he approached the building, taking note of the sign.  “The Guild?”  He went up to the billboard, there were notes and posters of various things.  Most were what looked like requests, wanted posters, job offerings, lost objects or people.  Ozzy seemed puzzled, it was a job board but this was a single building in the middle of nowhere.  He took notice that a lot of the jobs seemed to be related to monsters.  Not many involved actually doing any harm, but required forays into demon realms, a dangerous prospect for a human.  Could it be?  

Ozzy heard about this place, the name didn’t ring a bell but he would rarely hear tale of monsters working together in human settlements, maybe even with human partners.  Mercenary work it sounded like, but the implications were pretty extraordinary if you thought about it.  Places like this might be pioneering for human monster cohabitation and economic symbiosis.   It was something Ozzy simply had to observe.  The insights he could find would greatly assist with his research.  Maybe places like these hold the key.

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Stepping in the double doors, Ozzy was actually taken aback by how the loud orange haired man seemed to step out with a greeting.  He called it the Guild.  And Ozzy agreed.  With a gentle polite chuckle.  [color=orange]”It’s a good name.   Straight to the point.”[/color]  And then it came to the subject of a request.  Ozzy wondered if he meant give them a job.  He didn’t have a lot of money on him.  And then he mentioned something else.  If he couldn’t write?  Maybe Ozzy was right, maybe this place dealt with monsters too.  His mother didn’t have any proper hands, but she could still hold a pen.

Ozzy began.  [color=orange]”Ahem.  Yes, yes I hope you can.”[/color]  He took out his journal from his pack, filled with the cultures and observations of various monster and human settlements and habitats.  He started with a big hopeful smile.  [color=orange]”I’m a researcher by trade.  I am on an expedition to observe and catalog human and monster cultures so that in the future we can have a better future together.  If you can, I’d like to be able to see some human or monster or both engaging in a professional partnership.  Seeing how they work with each other and engage in the group dynamics of their relationship would be incredibly beneficial to my research.  There aren’t that many examples I could find, even in other monster friendly countries.  Do you have anything like that?”[/color]  His head cocked to the side slightly, a slight harpy mannerism he picked up.