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Alister checked his stopwatch once again and sigh. Rummaging through his bag, he pulled out a syringe labeled BLS-GN-004. He stared at the injection for a second before taking a deep breath and injecting himself with the substance. A wave of dizziness washed over him but quickly passed. “Well, as long as you’re useful in a battle I don't care how old you are.”

“As for the werebeast. My source told me that she is 29-year-old weretiger recently seen in an underground fighting ring for exotic animals, a disgusting little place,” Alister said. They might be his enemy but he still has sympathy, unlike many of his kin. If it was anyone else they might find this type of entertainment enjoyable. 

“So old man do you know the way to the main road? Because I barely manage I get here without getting lost,” he lied. It took him the entire day just to find the location after hours of aimless walking. If it wasn’t for the bird and a nice bear he would’ve never find his way here.