At least they seem as if they know what they're doing. I haven't been lumped with Adventurers who were stuck at Copper rank or something else equally frustrating.

I guess it's not surprising that the hundi is good with a weapon. Their race almost universally trains with some kind of combat. There's no such thing as a hundi who comes from a family without martial history.

I guess a there's a lot of them in adventurer's guild branches, or something like that. If they're so inclined towards heroics, then it only makes sense.

The other guy sounds like he's at least somewhat capable too, but---

'You'll get there in time'? Hmph. He's already underestimating me, isn't he? Exactly what about me gives him a reason to make a judgement like that, hm? Could he explain it to me? I bet he couldn't. That, or he'd come up with something completely, thoughtlessly insulting that would come tumbling out of his mouth without any brains behind it, because he couldn't think for few moments before speaking. It's not like I'm a child or something, after all!

That's it! He's going to get a piece of my mind. I'm not about to---...

...

Before my eyes is a small piece of stiff paper, displaying the crudely-written word 'Raven' with an even more crudely-written bird beneath it.

The nem, having been the one to produce the paper in the first place, looks far more proud of herself than she should. No-one should be this proud of showing off something like this. Pride in this is like taking pride in falling off a bridge into a pond and getting coated in mud and slime.

What is this even supposed to indicate? She hasn't said anything at all. I can guess by her weapons she's an adventurer, obviously, but...

Ugh, whatever. There's no use in trying to wrap my brain around that nonsense, I just hope she doesn't get herself hurt and drag everyone down.

"I'm Rylia," I say, introducing myself as I rise to my feet, "A paladin of Reon, trained in the ways of her justice and righteousness. I can mend some injuries, but I'm best at smashing right through the enemy."

I fold my arms over my chest.

"Don't get in my way, and I'll show you I'm plenty capable."

That's right. I'll crush the goblins and make him regret telling me that I'd 'get there'. Hmph.

It's time to bring the job to the desk.

[hr]

So this is Fort Magrial.

At least it didn't take very long to get here, even if the it's the edge of sunset. I've never been to it before, but it's not as if I'm some uneducated bumpkin. I learned about Talderia in school, and so I an recognize the circular outer wall, the three-and-two sets of short and tall towers, and the rounded structure of the fort itself in the middle. It's not in the best shape, with the walls collapsed in at least two places visibly, one of the towers having fallen down, and the gate on this side completely gone, but despite that most of the dark stone is still standing and it's easy enough to see that the fort was once quite defensible.

"I don't see any goblins," I comment, "But I guess the college archaeologists didn't see any either."

Come to think of it---

"Aren't most of them magi? How did they miss a bunch of goblins?"

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