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It had been some time since [url=https://i.imgur.com/chvbGGf.jpg]Shirley[/url] had felt this excited. Getting orders directly from the Nuniel Empire had to mean they had placed some good amount of trust in the Red Branch Company. Or they were just the cheapest the Empire could buy out for their services. Whatever the case, it mattered little to the Mercenary. Gold was gold, no matter what hands it had to slip through to be acquired. Their mission alone promised there would be a fine amount of it.

But that was for another day. No, on this day, there was nothing going on. No sparking events happening; at least, not that she had heard of from their leader. Shirley had spent her last hour dozing off a few yards away from the main camp, sprawled along a grassy hill. Hands behind her head and eyes to the sky, she pondered the kind of missions they would be sent out to accomplish now that the Empire was running the reins and controlled them.

Not that Aria would ever admit it of course, but surely everyone knew they had sold out, right? Though was it really selling out if they were on the winning side? [color=crimson]“Who cares,”[/color] was the answer Shirley gave to herself, yawning as the cusp of a nap almost had her dozing off. It was only by the heavy beating of wings and the gallant, tell-tale winds of flyers that kept her from doing so.

Gaze already upwards, she would spot the flyers Aria had sent off to spy on the city, likely their next target. [color=crimson]“Either that or they’re flying in for supplies. Not sure if it makes sense to be sending scouts on horses with wings.”[/color] A snicker escaped the bloody Mercenary and she finally did close her eyes. There was no harm in resting now, was there?

[color=crimson]“If the leader needed me, she’d have made a request for ground troops. Guess this means I get the day off, heh.”[/color] Stretching out a leg, she crossed it over her knee and positioned herself into a more comfortable posture. With luck, this would be an overall easy-going day without much fighting. But should combat need to be required…she was dying to paint her coat a new shade of red.
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