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[indent][indent][indent][right][sub]Holy City of Alexandria [color=goldenrod]|[/color] Alexandria Hunters Guild Headquarters[/sub][/right][hr]
[color=goldenrod]“Maybe we can just send [i]you[/i] into the [i]nest[/i] first since you know so much about it!”[/color] Mitra smiled back at the red mage in a rather polite tone, [color=goldenrod]“Apparently, you've already got a plan. I’m impressed!”[/color]

The blonde-haired dragoon sighed after signing off on the contract before moving behind Edgar and Blaike, deceptively keeping her faux-bubbly tone and expressions intact as she thought about Blaike's claims and the mission's modus operandi. [i]Miniboros.[/i] [i]Researcher.[/i] [i]Guild Ranks.[/i] [i]Stars.[/i] Mitra wasn’t sure what to think about what the proctor or the red mage suggested about a Malboro. Years ago in her training as a dragoon she had heard stories from her instructors about the creature. Things were admittedly fuzzy, but she was a good enough student to remember the vagueness of such a creature’s baseline flaws and habits. If they were to run into a malboro proper it surely meant certain death. 

If the guild suspected there [i]might[/i] be a malboro they surely understood that they were preying on people who had no other choice. She supposed the Hunter’s Guild wasn’t as noble as the people in Alexandria thought they were. Despite her concerns of a malboro, she knew she had to win even [i]if[/i] it was a no-win scenario. 

[color=goldenrod]“Whatever is in store for us, I'll be sure to have everyone's back!”[/color]




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