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It would appear that either Shade maintained a heavy level of paranoia, where he expected the worst from everyone, and trusted no one, or the newly arrived girl was naive. It was faulty to blame the youthful elf of his disposition, however. He was fully aware that most people very much wanted him dead by virtue of his existence, which clearly bled into other matters, as well. Shade believed that everyone was capable of acting out in gruesome and in this case, unexpected ways. However, noting how his thoughts were discarded in disapproval, the boy decided to remain silent. His eyes still occasionally lingered on the man who had warranted this worry, but eventually, Shade’s attention shifted, and turned its gaze towards the receptionist. They couldn’t just leave, or else no one would know where they were headed, and the quest would not have been recorded. 

The Dark Elf was unsure of how this process worked. So far, he had been equipped with minimal knowledge on the matter, and as nearly weightless steps brought the boy closer to the reception, Shade patiently waited for his turn to reveal itself. He decided to linger for a moment, seeing how others were conducting themselves in front of the receptionist and would echo their statements. “Hello,” the elf commented, once none other stood in front of him in the queue. “We’re a group of three,” he thumbed over his shoulder at the two girls joining him for this quest of pest control. Rather, it would be fair to say that they were joining the Archer. “Uhm, we’re accepting the quest to hunt down rats,” he tried. 

The receptionist appeared to be a pleasant individual, indeed, and it did not take long for the woman to look over Shade and his two companions. This was what she did on the daily, after all. “Three of you, then?” The receptionist spoke, offering Shade a soft and most reassuring smile, “that seems reasonable,” she continued. “I’ve signed you off on the quest. Good hunting, and be careful!” She finished, revealing a bright smile. There truly were people cut from every cloth within these walls. From the deepest depths of depravity no doubt to saints made flesh.

Starting towards the door, Shade turned to the girls, “I think that’s it,” he stated, “let’s find a sewer entrance.” Not a glamorous job by any stretch of the imagination but there were people working beneath the city, people keeping the sewers clean and running. They were at risk, due to these monstrosities, even if the issue as a whole strayed far beneath the attention of more experienced warriors. Someone needed to deal with the issue, and so far, it seemed to have fallen to an assassin, an archer, and a soldier.