Sitting upon her throne after the entirety of her mast exited, Daityas merely gave a light chuckle. “Em, what’s it been? A year? Two? Fifty?” Emeraude Verde.

Lance Stygma Luke Cloud - no bounty hunter.” He’d laugh, soon, his fingertips would burn a hole into the map before turning his body towards the two. “They aren’t just using your guild to make a name for themselves either.”

Did you even read the paper I sent out?

Who gets a visit next

Never had one!

Or maybe not enough