In The Mirror
Location: Kriegslöwe Guildhall, Tylsen
Mm? What was wrong with enthusiasm? Well, didn’t matter! Turns out Endy was the eager beaver amongst them in truth, bearer of a new (?) and shiny (?) staff that looked perfect (?) for thwacking baddies with. Alongside Talio, she descended upon Arien and chirped out a cheery, “G’day Mister Arien! And to you too, Endy! Lunch was great, but yours looks good too. Can’t go wrong with grabbables, right?”
Sadly, Cressey’s good mood from the smorgasbord lunch feast seemed to have turned foul over the course of having to walk here, and threatening the middleman definitely didn’t sound like a good idea…or maybe that was what inner-city-girl-humor was? Lupa certainly wasn’t very off-put by that threat, so maybe they were just built different in Tylsen, to the point where magical attacks were...just a prank amongst bros?
"You may try, but I cannot guarantee it would go unpunished, or even go through at all."
Nope, nevermind, not taken as a joke after all. It was good that Arien was awake though, and even cooler that he managed to score such an interesting job for a group of untested rookies! As all the fascinating details of their exorbitantly rich client was shared (his family owned a business and three warehouses? What a big egg!), Lori bobbed her head about excitedly, committing the venerable name ‘Hedwig Heine’ to her memory.
“Copy copy, boss,” Lori said at the end of Arien’s briefing, her fingers tapping twice against her right temple. “We’re fuelled up and ready to go! Oh, but super quick question. Are these warehouses of Headwig like, not in Tylsen? Sounds sorta weird we need to see if they’re intact if they were in the city, y’know? Cause warehouses collapsing seems like the thing that everyone’d know about if it happened.”
Oh, but if those warehouses were outside of Tylsen? That was Lori’s specialty right there.