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[right][@RolePlayerRoxas] Soruha, [@Eisenhorn] Renard, [@VitaVitaAR] Rylia[/right][hr][hr][color=lightgray]
Oh no.

The paladin looked like she was building up to an explosion.

Had he said something wrong? He’d been so careful, though! This was why he was no good with these types…Eustace smiled feebly, bracing himself for the outburst.

However, Raven saved the day with her childish little drawing. Rylia appeared so utterly dumbfounded, all that pent up anger whooshed right out of her like air from a popped balloon. After winding down, she introduced herself, and Eustace breathed a sigh of relief. [color=fef580]“Looking forward to working with you,”[/color] was all he said. At the very least, with a frontliner who was raring to fight so much, he wouldn’t be told off for sticking to the back and ‘doing nothing’.

Well. Probably.

Renard split off, and familiar with his routine, the noble waved at the hundi, chirping a pleasant, [color=fef580]“Catch you later, Renard.”[/color]

To the ladies, he said, [color=fef580]“I also have to collect my things. You can wait here if you like, or I’ll meet you at the eastern exit. This won’t take long, I promise.”[/color]

The thing was, Eustace hadn’t come fully outfitted ready to take on a mission. It was not as if he found a fitting mission every single time he came to the guild. Since hauling all his stuff from his rented flat to the guild’s building was a hassle, he made use of one of the lockers the guild offered to their members for cheap. Inside, he kept all his gear stashed, including some rations, as he restocked them habitually. All he needed to do was change, store his regular clothes, shoulder his small bag, and ask for his canteen to be refilled at the bar. Then, they were off.

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By sunset, they’d made it to Fort Magrial. It was about what you’d expect from a ruin, but Eustace’s fingers still itched to make a sketch of it at dusk. But no, he’d have to save that for after the mission.

Rylia wondered about the strange absence of the goblins, which to Eustace wasn’t so odd. He nodded at Renard’s words, and added, [color=fef580]“Goblins are clever, small, and stick to the dark. They’re expert ambushers, and quick to flee. There’s nothing to say there wasn’t one out here somewhere,”[/color] he gestured at the treeline. [color=fef580]“It’s possible there’s a lookout we’ve missed.”[/color] It’s not as if any of them were dedicated scouts or hunters. Still, he estimated that was a slim possibility; if nothing else, Renard had sharp senses, was experienced, and knew his way around wilderness. Either way, there wasn’t much to worry about as long as they remained careful when heading in.

There was little for him to add to the hundi’s plan. 

[color=fef580]“Sounds good to me. Raven, you know the deal; I can keep an area illuminated in a certain radius around the group. I know the light bothers you, but you can slip in and out as you like, right? It’s just, hmm…”[/color] He dug around his satchel, producing a flute with an, [color=fef580]“Aha!”[/color] He held the instrument out to Raven. [color=fef580]“Think this would be useful for you to signal us in case you get caught up in trouble somewhere in the dark? It's best not to wander off too far in the first place, but you never know what could happen.”[/color][/color]