Another day, a new mission, a reason to go forth and press for more than what was already given. This time the objective was simple. Collect a small box from some chick’s house. It didn’t particularly sound difficult. If anything, it was kind of lame. However, like Shura had said. “Money is money.” No point in complaining, especially when the pay out is pretty high. Erebus wondered if there was some kind of crack rock in the box, it seemed kind of odd. At least to the lycan. However, that’s how many things go. He enjoyed materialistic things as much as the next guy, but that didn’t mean he was about to pay twenty five thousand for it. Hmm. Whatever.
Today Erebus donned his usual armor, the expensive, magical Scarle Diadem and equally valuable armor that completed the set. All covered behind a large draping cloak. His accomplice was probably already at the location. After all, Erebus had ran late to pick up dog treats and lure the ‘beast’ away. A grocery sack was under his arm. When he arrived, he’d lift a hand to wave to his comrade before ducking behind a large wooden fence to greet him. “Uh. What’s up?” The day was midday. For some reason, this mission was not as serious as their typical routine of attacking the harbor the nights before.
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