While the members of the trio consisting of Fran the Black Cat, Teacher the Living Sword and Morrigan Potter, were quite satisfied with the results of their examination, both Fran and Morrigan passing the test and becoming official Adventurers, the Succubus of the group was a bit upset that the examiner, Donadrond the Oni, somehow managing to surpass the limits of the magic holding Morrigan's Crude Scythe together and as a result destroying her weapon. Which meant that she would have to get herself a replacement/upgrade, something that she had planned to do anyway, the destruction of the Crude Scythe simply putting the task near the top of her list of priorities. The more urgent issue however was picking a Class for Morrigan's Adventurers License.
Despite having more than a few options to pick from, the amount of Classes Morrigan had the aptitude for was nowhere near as large as Fran, who decided on picking the Class of Sword Mage. A decision that made the Succubus to pick the Class that could be considered a counterpart of Fran's chosen Class, even if the name of it sounded a little sinister. Arcane Reaper. A choice that didn't raise too many eyebrows from Nell and the Guildmaster, a Wood-Elf named Klimt, considering that Morrigan had made use of both her Crude Scythe and a rather distinctive sub-category of Necromancy, which she discovered she had a rather strong Affinity for in general (chalking up her lack of discomfort about the discovery to her status as a Succubus), namely Bone Sorcery to make bones sprout out of the ground in order to restrain Donadrond's movement (or at the very least slow him down enough to give Fran and Teacher the opportunity to send the Oni through a wall), being careful not to skewer the guy who was rather likely to be a possible ally in the future. That didn't stop Morrigan from half heartedly glaring at Donadrond when the trio left from Guildhall to sell some of their monster materials in order to acquire some money.
Correction, a lot of money as the quality of the monster materials were particularly high, earning the trio much more money than the rather vocal group of ex-mercenaries led by the member of the Red Dog-Beastkin. Who proceeded to get into Fran and Morrigan's faces and rant rather pointlessly about how the girls managed to get more money than him and his group, much to the chagrin and dismay of the girls who certainly had better things to do, though the fact that he was clearly drunk and that his breath reeked of booze might also had something to do with it.
"Back off, dumbass. We got more important things to deal with than you. Also your breath stinks." Stated Morrigan bluntly.
"You trying to start something!?"
"Nope. But I'll end something if you and your pack of dirt don't back off. Right. Now. And that something will probably be your current subscription on consciousness and ability to reproduce. I'm fourteen, dumbass."
"How did you even-"
"You're bulging. Now piss off before I decide to neuter you… with your own teeth."
"You don't scare me you bitch!"
"But I should, booze-breath. Come on Kitty, let's leave this guy and go and shop for some supplies and such. Both of us need some proper clothes that weren't provided by the scum of the world."
"Hmn." Not so much replied Fran as she responded with something closer to a grunt of acknowledgment than any proper response.
"Hey! You and that filthy Black Cat don't get to simply walk away!" Shouted the Red Dog quite loudly while making a rather bad attempt at grabbing Morrigan's shoulder.
"*sigh* I was hoping to avoid this. Petrificus Totalus." With an effortless sidestep, the tip of Morrigan's right index finger, which was pointed at the Red Dog from behind the small of the Succubus' back, briefly flashed a dim purple light as the Red Dog's limbs went down alongside his body, rigidly. Which, expectedly caused him to fall forward thanks to his momentum and face plant onto the floor. "Don't worry. It'll wear off… eventually. Give or take a few hours. Come on Fran, we have some shopping to get to."