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[center][h3]--The Underpass - Sub-G11--[/h3][/center]
Done with the whole mugger debacle, the pair of master and mentor - Ichor-Blessed and Paladin - continued on their way through the 11th District, resuming toward their original destination before that little backalley incident distracted them. Soon enough, they left the ditch of the 11th Outer District... only to enter a somewhat literal ditch that was the Underpass directly below the Royal Road section of District 11. A place of destitute poverty that'd make even the outer layers look like a patrician's palace. 

Others might be affected by the sights, smells, and sounds that were the exact opposite of aesthetic, but to Frederika, [i]this[/i] was her home for the first decade of her life, others might have adopted the beggary, but she was born in it, raised by it, if anything, there was a certain wave of nostalgia of 'returning to her roots'. As for the astrologist-turned-god, what lied before him were all temporary problems of fleeting mortality; none of these would matter once he transcended himself and the world into a higher existence, where there'd be no sickness, starvation, or suffering; utterly severing the pointless cycle of death and rebirth. 

Right now, however, they weren't there yet, far from it, and though bothersome, they'd [i]have[/i] to deal with these so-called mortal problems first, something the shorter of the duo put more thought into than her aloof mentor. [color=fd4d58][b]"Hmmm... once we get to the Adventurer's District, pretty sure I can get us a steady revenue source by doing what I do best, Master."[/b][/color] The dragonkin mused with her hand on her chin, having already removed her clawed gauntlets sometime after leaving the outer district. 

[color=75fcf7][b]"Hmm,"[/b][/color] Ah, revenue source, income, profits, all terms that his late parents - and then older brother - tried to instill into him, yet none of them stuck. Such... meaningless drivel, why bother meandering about with coins that you'd eventually lose upon the end of your mortal life? Fortunately, he could shift such burdensome matters to his apprentice here, [color=75fcf7][b]"Pugilism, I suppose?"[/b][/color]

[color=fd4d58][b]"Bingo!"[/b][/color] Rika flashed a quick thumbsup at the senior astrologist, [color=fd4d58][b]"'sides, I need something-... no, [i]someone[/i] to beat the shit out of right about now, I'll just imagine that thief-bitch's face when I do it, haaaa...~ now c'mon, those schmucks ain't gonna kick their own ass!"[/b][/color] The brawler quipped as she renewed her pace through the subterranean passage.

[color=75fcf7][b]"Understandable."[/b][/color] Confirmed the astrologist as he maintained his steady, almost-floaty manner of walking.

[@ERode]