[center][h1][color=darkgray]Marta[/color][/h1][/center]

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Marta looked at Tyrin as he spoke, from his response about cracking skulls Marta was pretty sure she'd like that one. He had gusto. Next to respond was a large brute of a man, with a physique Marta could respect. Though that guy seemed like a bit of a buzzkill, they were obviously here to hunt monsters and not torture them, but from the stories she'd heard growing up, Marta knew that sometimes the monsters dragged these things out limping away and retreating to their nests.

Then came the [i]"Y-Yes, ma'am!"[/i] from the rather adorable girl with a gunlance on her back. Marta couldn't help but laugh a little, quietening herself down only to listen to what the girl had to say about finding the guild hall. [color=darkgray]"Ha-haaa. I don't think we need to worry ourselves with that. The little guy will be back here with the captain, then we'll probably get taken to the hall. Bet it's going to be fuck'n huge."[/color] Marta chuckled a little more before letting out an amused sigh. [color=darkgray]"Also the name's Marta. Not Ma'am."[/color]