Business at the Guild

The humming of the transports thrusters they stood in was all they could hear.

As they entered the atmosphere, the sound of fighters and other LA-AT transports could also be heard as they entered.

Heavy laser batteries could be heard as they bombarded what he could only guess as enemy fortifications.

Then the blast shielded doors opened up, to reveal to them the surface of this desert world. Many canyon passes and many ravines could be seen, dust clouds being created every time an AT-TE was deployed.

Niner placed down a holo-projector in the center of all four of them, and after a few seconds, it connected directly to the nearest command center.

"Greetings Squad 57, glad to see that you are off the simulators and now ready to enter the fray!" The clone trooper had his left hand up to the side of his head, and his right hand seemed occupied off-screen. "I have been assigned as your advisor for your operation, and will be providing you with intel as it comes in, and will report whatever intel you provide to us."

Flak fire thundered around them as the LA-AT continued its run towards its destination.

'05 looked out of the moving vehicle, the battlefield constantly changing. The battle from up here could be seen as a flurry of red lasers being shot, and blue lasers returning the sentiment.

He could see OG-9 Spider Walker Droids firing upon friendly armor, supported by IG-227 Hailfire droid tanks.

"You have been assigned to target one of the droid foundries in the area." A map of the area that they would deploy in replaced the sitting clone."You will enter through one of many service shafts, lightly guarded by B-1 battle droids or those bugs." The image promptly returned to the advisor. "If you are able to put this foundry out of commission, we might be able to turn the tide on several fronts in the nearby area."

"Copy that advisor." Niner looked at the hologram. "Any questions squad?"

"Method of decommissioning?" Blast, the squad's demolitions expert asked.

"Command has left that up to you, whether you wish to destroy the main power cells via detonation pack or shut it down through more stealthy means." The advisor looked to them "You should be approaching the drop site, it'll be a short walk to it but you'll have friendlies nearby… good luck commandos, you'll need it."

The hologram then faded back into the projector, and it was not a second after until Niner picked it up.

"A sabotage op, eh Blast?" An eager Jag elbowed his brother, who seemed less than pleased at the gesture. "You'll be in your element."

"I'm always in my element." Blast retorted. "Make sure you hit your targets this time, you don't want to get hit on your first op now don't you?"

"Duraplast does great against blaster fire." Jag hit his chest with his free hand. "Besides, if we go down, Bacta-defibs come standard issue with our packs, right doc?"

"Those are meant to stabilize us so we may be able to get to a bacta station." '05 turned to his pod member. "Try not to get incapacitated out there, it could be life or death."

"I know, I know, I'm not a complete novice, we survived the Killing House, right? How much harder can this be?"

"Commandos this is CC-3556-12, we are nearing the drop zone."

"Copy that." Niner looked to the three of them. "Connect to your ziplines and prepare to repel."

The three nodded as they connected to the hooks. The LA-AT slowed down and came to a halt.

The four of them repelled down and the moment they disconnected their lines, the starship began to move away.

They received a transmission from the transport. "Good luck out the— Shit they got a lock on us! Evasive maneuvers!" The LA-AT began to move out, flares ejecting out of it. Some of the oncoming projectiles were misled by the flares, but not all. With three direct hits, the vessel promptly engulfed into flames as it sped up and violently lost control, the sound of its impact heard from the distance.

"We got no time to think of what just happened, we have a mission to complete."

With the silent agreement, they all began to head to their mission objective.

Although they did not dwell on the death of the pilot that brought them here, their thoughts did wander on the events that unfolded around them.

The sand was constantly being kicked up by the mortar and rocket fire that occurred around them, the pounding of heavy artillery to and form their lines was almost deafening.

The friendlies they had arrived nearby were in a stalemate with the droids they were combatting, a constant fight back and forth. Sometimes a squad of clones would be hit by enemy mortar fire, whereas others would be pulverized by falling debris, whether it be friendly heavy armor or the cliffsides around them.

Sometimes, some of the wounded were lucky to get hit cleanly. The less fortunate were where the fighting was most brutal. In the distance, one could see the sea of white and red that made up the battlefield. The 'no-mans land' littered with the bodies of clones and droids alike.

The cacophony of clones groaning in agony as they tried to fight through the wounds they had received.

Few were dragged out of the line of fire.

Many of their fellow clones were simply left to die.

Some of their brothers seemed relieved to see them, while the other rank and file clones held disdain for their 'superior' counterparts' arrival.

It was to be expected, any standard clone would feel lesser when next to the duraplast armored clone.

Despite all the simulations they ran, all the possible scenarios they thought covered, that had only been the tip of the iceberg when faced with the real battlefield.

None of them said a word as they approached the service shafts.

As they reached their entry point, they grappled to a sturdy structure, just like they had practiced on Kamino. Then with a coordinated nod, they began their descent into the dark depths, unaware of the dangers contained within.

…

Eyes snapping open, he exhaled. Another one of those damned dreams. He slowly rose from his slumber. Moving his legs so they would be slightly off the cot, he looked to his commando helmet that sat on the makeshift nightstand.

Five months stranded. Much of this downed Nu-Class shuttle had been altered since his initial crash. Much of the redundant electric systems had been deactivated, power only running through the front door mechanism and the bacta tanks in the main area of the shuttle he inhabited. Often he relied on candles for lighting now, figuring that the lights in here were more of a detriment to energy efficiency in the long run.

He lit up a candle and soon after standing up, the weariness leaving his body the more active he was. With the light in hand, he walked to the container that contained food items he purchased. Opening it, it contained several of the preserved rations that the guild often sold. Grabbing the first one in sight, he proceeded to place it on the top of said counter. I wonder if they are still looking for me?

He knew that protocol that if the Galactic Republic was unable to confirm the death of any members of the G.A.R special operations division they were to be listed as M.I.A, and a search team would be deployed. But with the war being the foremost primary concern of the galaxy, would they even have the time to search?

One voice with an optimistic outlook simply told him that they were doing their damndest to find their missing trooper. Another more pessimistic voice in his mind simply told him that the Office of the Supreme Chancellor put in another bulk order for Clone Commandos to be produced.

Then he reached for a bottle. There were several different types of bottles here, from distilled water to a few more exotic beverages from cheap liquor to finer wines. One of the beverages had a nice ribbon on it. Picking it out, he could tell immediately that it was one of the preferred beverages of her partner.

After the quest they had partaken in that had them run into that 'Necromancer' as Fencer Squire had dubbed that dark elf, the two were allowed to be interviewed for advancement in guild rank. Apparently defeating the servants of those aligned with the dark lords and reclaiming a reliquary of the Supreme God are great things to report for an advancement.

With him now being a Steel Rank and Fencer Squire being a Sapphire, her partner had suggested that they celebrate both the defeat of such a vile foe and their promotion in the guild.

After some time of asking (mostly begging), '05 had decided to humor his ever so energetic companion and decided to celebrate with her.

And by having celebrated with her, '05 meant that Fencer Squire had celebrated with copious amounts of drinks while he sat there. He simply delegated himself the task to ensure that she made it to her place of residence after her antics had ended.

The following morning, upon his entrance to the guild, she had thanked him for essentially babysitting her, and gifted him, a bottle of her favorite drink.

Uncorking the bottle, and pouring some into a tankard he acquired. Looking down at the ambered colored beverage, he swirled it around in the tankard, a hint of its sweet aroma from it.

With a sip, he found himself pleasantly surprised at how sweet it was. His thoughts immediately went to Mid-Rim, its taste almost identical to mead produced on the planets he had been on in those ops that were weeks long.

No wonder she likes this so much. He quickly downed the rest of his drink. What I wouldn't do for a Corellian Cognac.

Soon cleaning up his area, he promptly put on his armor and helmet. With the hiss of the environmental seal, the H.U.D came to life.

0430. The helmets clock told him. Up earlier than usual. He walked over to the exit of the shuttle, With a push of a few buttons, the door opened up to the outside. There's some time to kill.

Walking outside, his crash site was beginning to look like a proper homestead. Around his shuttle was a sizable perimeter set up, and surrounding that area was a palisade. There was one entrance into the main yard, that being a gate which could be barred shut during the later hours of the night.

Within said perimeter was a firepit with a bench right beside it, along with two shed-like structures, both on opposite sides of the yard.

The first shed on the left was a place for salvage metal to be placed until it could be reforged. Much of it had to be cut down to size, but now that it is out of the elements, it should be of more use when the time comes.

On the opposite side, a forge was housed.

A forge. Not just any forge, one that would hopefully be enough to smelt down metal pieces of the ship. While incomplete, the forge is meant to bear the resemblance of the forges that forged the armor of the Mandalorians, based on whatever accounts he had heard from his Cuy'val Dar instructor.

'05 had asked for the guild's blacksmith to try to smelt down the salvage metal from the ship's contorted wings. He also remembered how frustrated the guild's blacksmith was when he had no progress with smelting down said metal with his forge, the closest he had gotten to melting it was making it slightly more malleable.

He reached over his shoulder as his pack hissed open. After a moment of shuffling, he grabbed a book, which was empty at first, but now most of it was filled with daily reports, three-fourths of it written in a language other than Aurebesh.

When he had bought this book, he first thought to transcribe all the reports on loose pieces of parchment to it in Aurebesh, for the ease of those that found it. But, he knew the chances of him being found were slimming with every passing day, so he decided that he would use what he was taught before Geonosis.

Each entry was in Mando'a. Isabet Reau had drilled it into every clone commando that was under her watch. She wanted them to be as strong as the Mandalorians were. He had not seen a need for cultural things but undoubtedly knew the tactics taught were invaluable.

Today will be day one hundred and forty-eight. Taking a seat by the firepit, he began to scribe down what had occurred the previous day.

Eventually, his mind wandered to the war he was once actively a part of. He often tried to focus on his survival, and ignore the thoughts of the war, but he could not help but wonder what his squadmates of Task Force Sierra were doing now.

How did they take my loss, was it easier because we didn't know each other's name? One of the many reoccurring thoughts in his mind. Despite each one of them not taking on official names, the true reasoning their squad had taken on Task Force Sierra as their name was simple. It represented The Four Survivors, one from each pod in an attempt to make a new one. "Or are they plagued with nightmares of Geonosis like I am?

Once he finished his entry in Mando'a, he let the ink dry and after that, he closed the book shut. Did the Republic simply give them another Commando in hopes that they would not lose this one?

Putting the book back into his survival pack he got back up and looked to the shed with the forge. It's almost 0500, should get to work on it. He moved to the shed, and soon the silence of the forest was filled with the sounds of creation.

…

Several hours passed, and after making substantial progress on the forge, the stranded commando decided it was time to head into town.

After all, the one he rescued many months ago was waiting for him.

He was unsure why he continued to work alongside this one. After months of traveling from one quest objective to the next, they were considered an 'adventurer party', only because she had requested to work with him the first time. Sure, she was not defenseless, but at the same time, she often bit off more than she could chew. She aspired to be a renowned warrior, just like Reau had trained them to show the superiority of Mandalorian warrior culture over others.

Perhaps he was simply acting on the teaching of his old handler?

He refocused his thoughts as he arrived in the Guild Hall, the time being half-past one.

"Cataphract Errant!" A cheery voice called out, easily identifiable as his partner. His head turned slightly to the area where the tables were, and there she was, waving to grab his attention.

Walking up to the table he looked down at her. "Did you need something?"

"You could at least say hi." She grumbled before shuffling through her bag. "Anyways, I talked to the Abbess of the local convent about the reliquary."

"What did they say?" His tone did not change, but he was clearly interested.

"They want me to deliver it to the temple in Water Town. Ah-ha!" She pulled out an official quest form. "Here."

"Hm." Skimming over it, he could see that it was indeed a quest form, specifically addressed to her. Payment would be awarded at the site of delivery. Upon finishing it, he handed it back to her. "Standard courier work to… Water Town?"

"Mhm!" She took back the quest form and rolled it back up. "I've been there once; it's got the largest temple of the Supreme God around." To emphasize this, she outstretched her arms in both directions. "I bet your Republic has nothing like that."

"Is that so?" He questioned. I doubt it is even bigger than some of the palaces on third rate worlds. "Will you need my help?"

"You wish to tag along?" She smiled, with a smug grin on her face. "I didn't know you liked my company so much."

"We are party members are we not?"

"We are." She stood up. "But I don't think I will need your help, should be simple enough."

He raised a brow but simply nodded. "If you think that you can handle this on your own, I'll leave it to you then."

"If I need you, I'll write or something." With a playful punch to his chest plate, she smiled. "I'll be back in no time."

She walked towards the exit, and before leaving, she waved to her partner. Once out of sight, he did not stand idle for too long, his head turning slowly for he was scanning the room with his eyes. It was not too long before he spotted the hat of the individual he was looking for.

There she is. With purpose, he moved across the room to a mutual acquaintance.

"Ah… Cataphract Errant…" A wispy smile appeared on her face, her yellow eyes looking him up and down. "I see… you are still… in one piece…"

"Did you manage to get what I requested?" He cut straight to the chase.

With a grin on her face, a nod followed. "I did…" She patted the box that sat on the table that she stood next to. "A simple request… compared to that… of our friend…"

Opening the box, he picked up the finished product. It had the shape of a simple jug which looked like it could hold around a quart of whatever was put into it, its pitcher area however being somewhat adjusted for the purpose he had in mind. On it a series of runes in a language he did not know marked it in rings, some of them shimmering in a particular order.

Its purpose: To mix and churn concrete, but if he applied the same concept to ground-up plastoid, he could have a suitable repair cement. If it didn't work, he has a fancy jug that can be used to mix cement.

"A strange request… but the commissioners… seemed up for… the challenge."

"I hope it works." He spoke, his voice clearly portraying the level of skepticism he had. '05 had only been here for almost half a year, yet he had been able to rationalize most of the supposed magical occurrences within this realm. However there he refused to believe that those red vials that the receptionist sold could truly heal up people in a short period of time.

"If it doesn't… you know where… to find me…" Lighting up her pipe, she gave a wink, her eyes soon wandering to her partner, who was currently purchasing rations.

Putting the item back into the box, he looked at her. "If our business is concluded, I will not take up any more of your time."

"Take care…" Exhaling a puff of smoke, she continued to recline as her partner continued his selection.

Carrying the box in his arms, he decided that he should take a look at the board for any quests that he could take alone. Ignoring the ruckus being caused by two rowdy adventurers and their Trandoshan looking friend, his eyes scanned across the board.

There were several quests that piqued his interest, however, they were currently out of his quest level. To top things off, the quests that were for the lower rank were simple manual labor tasks that only desperate Porcelain Ranked Adventurers would take.

Perhaps the receptionist has a quest stored away. He had seen her store away a goblin quest or two in the past as if she was purposely saving them for the greenskin crusader, but she shouldn't be particularly too cross if he requested one of them… right?

Making his way to the guild counter, he stood behind them for a moment, before vocalizing a cough to grab the attention of the receptionist.

The golden eyes of the receptionist now on him, she gave the classic smile of professionalism.

"My apologies you three, but this should only take a moment." She gave a polite smile while beckoning him forward. "How may I help you today?"

"Hey, we were here first!" The one with long ears and green hair spoke, seemingly offended at the receptionist for prioritizing her job over their conversation.

"Do you have any goblins?" He asked in a manner that mirrored his senior in the guild.

He could immediately notice the piqued interest from the three around him.

She flipped through the quest ledger. "I believe the last one was taken this morning."

"I see." He nodded, knowing who took it. "I will take my leave then."

"Hold it right there!" The voice of a woman practically shouted. He looked down to see the source, that being of the long-eared woman with green hair. "You must be Orcbolg! We've been looking for you!"

She looked him up and down. "I must admit, those ballads really undersell who you are." She put her hands on her hips.

What the hell is an Orcbolg? He silently thought to himself. Deciding on the more diplomatic response, he questioned, tilting his head. "Orcbolg?"

"We're in the realm of humans remember. Using your fancy elf speak with him is only going to confuse him." The shortest of the three spoke now, his voice grainy with a hint of age whilst stroking his well-styled beard. "His name is Beardcutter."

"I believe you have me mistaken for someone else." He looked at the now confused dwarf.

"Ohohoho!" The elf now giggled as the dwarf looked back at her. "You dwarves are as creative with names as the stone you work!"

A grin slowly forming on his face, he responds to the elf. "Typical elves, their hearts so thin they fit in those anvils they call chests!"

"Speaking of which, dwarf women have the shapes of barrels!"

"That's called 'voluptuous'! Not like you would know!"

Feeling out of depth for this, he turned to the Trandoshan looking one who seemed to have something to say.

"If you two must quarrel, please do it elsewhere, we are here on matters greater than your slights." The scalier of the three gestured to the two peoples that were currently not in the argument. He bowed to both the Guild Girl and the misidentified commando, hands clasped. "My apologies to both of you. Although I am not familiar with the many nuances of the human tongue, the one we are seeking is known as Goblin Killer."

Immediately the two of them recognized what he meant.

"Oh you mean Goblin—" Her eyes wandered away from the conversation as her eyes went towards the door which had just opened up.

Walking into the Guild Hall, was the man they were just talking about, alongside a blonde Priestess.

"Well speak of the devil." '05 looked to his senior in the guild. "Good to see you in one piece."

"Cataphract Errant." Goblin Slayer halted in front of him.

"Welcome back Goblin Slayer." The receptionist with patience to match many saints smiled towards the grimy armored adventurer.

Immediately, the three strangers were taken aback.

"We have returned." The cheery Priestess smiled at the group.

"You are safe, that's all that matters." Standing from her seat, her hands were clasped, resting below her midriff.

"Yes but…" The Priestess trailed off before Goblin Slayer began to speak again.

"I heard someone mention goblins." Goblin Slayer soon looked to '05. Although the voice remained neutral, he could easily tell that the hunter was interested. "Are you going to hunt Goblins?"

He shook his head. "The guild currently has no quests on the vermin."

"I see."

"Well about that..." The Guild Girl directed the man's attention to the three strangers. "Ask them."

"Are you goblins?"

"No." The elf seemed the most surprised of the three. "You are Orcbolg? It's hard to tell."

"Obviously. I've never been called that."

"We have business with the goblin killer. Would you allow us to have a moment of your time?" With a slight bow and the tips of his fingers coming together, the scalier of the three asked.

"I don't mind." Goblin Slayer quickly replied, apathetic as ever.

"If so, there's a couple of meeting rooms on the second floor, if you wish to have somewhere more private to discuss your dealings." Without breaking what eye contact she had with Goblin Slayer, she gestured to the stairwell nearby.

"Ok. Let's go." Goblin Slayer pivoted a near-perfect ninety degrees as he began to walk towards the stairwell.

The Priestess's eyes focused on "A-ah, what about me?"

With a single shake of his head, he responded. "No. Go rest."

A crestfallen expression befell the Priestess as she nodded.

As the adventurers went upstairs, the Guild Girl broke the uncomfortable silence that befell the area. "Would either of you like some tea?"

"Yes please." The priestess approached the counter, her expression unchanging.

"And you Cataphract Errant?"

He shook his head. "I'm good."

After she poured the cup for the Priestess, the younger of the three walked towards a seat at the stool and wall-attached counter next to the bounty board.

"What's the story with her?" Cataphract Errant looked to the receptionist, curiosity getting the better of him. "It's not every day that one gets paired up with our overzealous exterminator."

"You know the common story with porcelain ranks and goblin slaying" She simply told him, his elder looking at her disappointed junior.

Almost immediately his head turned towards the member of the local convent.

"She met him on a goblin slaying quest." Turning back to the receptionist, his voice showing a hint of what could be described as understanding. "Her party didn't make it."

"Only one other member did… and she was not as fortunate as her the adventurer here today." The sorrow in her voice was clear. "It was a close call for her from the report I got from Goblin Slayer."

"He's ranked Silver but he hunts Goblins." His attention diverted from the guild worker and turned back to his junior, now talking to two around the same age as her. "You'd want bigger prey normally right?"

"Can you watch my box for a moment?" Without waiting for a response, he placed it on the counter before approaching.

The one dressed in similar garments as she spoke. "I heard a rumor that he rounds up rookies and use them as bait."

"Wait that's—"

"Watch what you say, rookies." '05 sternly directed his warning to the two of them. "Unless you got solid proof, don't speak ill of your seniors."

"I wasn't speaking ill of anyone!" The boy exclaimed nervously, clearly intimidated by the armored man. "We just wanted to see if she wanted to join our party – ow!"

"That's right." The girl elbowed her party member, the boy soon rubbing his side. "Come on, let us ask the receptionist if they got any of those uh… quests that we wanted!"

When the two made themselves scarce, the man looked down at the Priestess.

"Mind if I sit here?" He gestured to an empty seat next to her.

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't mind.

"So you're his new party member?" He sat down next to her, his eyes scanning her over. "Didn't think another person would join up with our local slayer of goblins."

"He allows me to accompany him around." She replied to his statement, not meeting his gaze.

"He knows what he is doing, but working with him is no easy feat." He simply stated.

"For someone like me, just being able to follow him around is all I can do." She paused for a moment before looking down, her fingers gripping her sleeves. "Since I only cause him trouble."

"It might feel that way." '05 began. "Goblin Slayer doesn't beat around the bush, so if he hasn't told you that you're slowing him down, you must be doing something right."

She remained silent, her delicate figure shuffling in her seat.

"It's not glamourous work, but I can tell that goblin slaying is doing good work for this world." His gaze did not leave the Priestess. "I might have some idea of why he's doing it, but tell me… why do you do it?"

"Eh?" Her gaze turned to him, now confused.

"I'm not trying to discourage you, after all, you look like you want to do good work." He said, no change in his voice. "However, there are many ways to do good work, whether it be with him, or with others. Goblins aren't the only threat around."

"That's true but…" He could see the conflict in her eyes

Getting up from his seat, '05 cut her off by lifting his hand to indicate he wasn't finished. "If you plan on continuing to fight alongside him… make sure it is your choice, and not one thrust upon you."

His attention turned to the stairwell as the man in grimy armor walked down it.

"It seems that your partner has concluded with his dealings." He gestured to the silver who moved with purpose.

Realizing this, the Priestess quickly finished up what remaining tea was left and moved towards her party member.

He sat for a little while longer, eyeing the youthful Priestess 'discuss' something with their mutual acquaintance. After a brief discourse between the two, he decided that he shouldn't tarry for too much longer. Getting up from his seat as well, he walked towards the counter.

Picking up the box, the Guild Girl looked at the armored man.

"Here is your stuff." She pushed the box forward towards him, her voice becoming slightly sterner. "As much as I appreciate your decision to speak out against rumors… please do not make our fellow adventurers feel threatened."

"I will try not to." He picked up the box, carrying it in the space under his left arm.

"Goblins." The grimy armored man walked up to the counter. "The Lizard-man will give you more information."

"Ah, you have yet to file your report." Her cheery expression returned while talking to the local exterminator. "I'll make an exception this time."

"If any quest postings for goblins come up, can you take it?" Goblin Slayer turned his head to his junior in the guild.

"Heading out?" He looked to the silver.

"Yes."

"You going alone?"

"... No." The steel helmed man turned to the Priestess, who seemed more than pleased with herself after the sterner of the two had acquiesced to her request. "We should be enough."

"You know best." He gave an affirmative nod. "Anything else?"

"If any goblins quests appear, slay them."

"If any quests pop up, I'll handle them." '05 put his hand on his shoulder. "Good hunting."

A silent nod from Goblin Slayer indicated the end of their conversation.

The clone commando had long overstayed his visit to the guild and decided that the best course of action from here was to get back to his homestead, for the work was never done.

…

In a well-fortified keep, and with walls as tall as an ogre, the woman looked out from her bedroom window. In the distance, one could see the Grand Temple of the Supreme God from the distance.

Going to her study, she sat at a fine desk, pulling out a freshly ground vial of ink from the east. Lighting a small flame, she put wax to melt.

With fresh parchment and a new quill, she began her letter.

To my dearest Fencer Squire, future knight of our holding,

The life of an adventurer must be a busy life to not have received a single letter from your departure around a year ago. I hope that your adventurers away from home have brought you great fortune and acclaim to your name. Whispers of your exploits and deeds along with that of your partner have reached our ears, but I wish to hear of them in person, after all, it is not often a member of our family is called to the Temple of Law. Not much has happened since your departure. Your elder brother is currently in the process of courting a fine maiden, the Countess Daughter of Silver Keep. They had met when she had tackled him to the ground to avoid an almost certain demise from a volley of bolts during the Second Siege of Silver Keep. Your father has once again, taken up the mantle of the 'Banneret of the Frontier' to reinforce the Capital on request of The King. I know if you were here you too would've ridden off with your father to prove your meddle.

But I digress, for this letter was not just a social call. With your father and brother out fighting the war against the Demon Lord's forces, I wish to call upon you for a quest that will undoubtedly improve your standing within the most prestigious guild that has created some of the finest heroes of the realm. However, I must remind you of your squireship to our holding, and to deny it would be treading dangerously close to the dereliction of your duty.

The quest that I wish for you to undertake, the completion of a dungeon that has found itself within our borders. Scholars are perplexed at the formation of this dungeon, for it is unlike any that has been created by the Gods before, and the symbols and inscriptions are unlike any recorded in the past.

That is all I have to write to you, my daughter. May the Gods continue to watch over you and protect you from the dangers that you may face, present, and future.

Your Mother

The Countess of the Cliffside Burg

Well here is the next chapter!

No action here, but a very dialogue-heavy chapter. Looking at my notes for the story progression, many things have changed since I started because of new ideas, but we will see where it goes.

I was initially planning on having '05 to attend the quest with the crew, but after some outlining on the chapter, but opted to have the Silvers simply misidentify him with the goblin slaying crusader. I figured that the commando would simply leave it up to Goblin Slayer if he needed him.

Also, the story has almost reached 100 favorites and over 100 followers, which I think is pretty neat, so I thank you all for showing me such support!

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Until next time!

-Moonlight Talon of the Night