That first mission had been easy enough, yet even then Alisa understood it came very close to not being worth the hundred thousand jewels the wannabe detective paid her. Had she truly gotten in trouble with the law over the theft of those weapons, bailing herself out would end up costing a good part of that money if not more, and running away (as she'd have most likely done) would only mean more trouble in the long run, as well as burning off all the bridges she'd been building with the few people in the Council she was close to. Well, not exactly the council, but the part of it that actually mattered to her, the Rune Knights.
She counted both Evangeline and Alice among her friends, but didn't really know what would happen if they happened upon an arrest warrant with her name on it.
It wasn't really something she wanted to find out, especially not for a measly a hundred thousand jewels... Alas, this was only the first mission. And since Alisa was planning on clearing as many of them as she could get her hands on, she didn't have the luxury of just doing one job a day. She had looked at every one of them when the train arrived, right before going to sleep, and thus knew what job to tackle next, in the not so early hours of the morning. It was only ten o'clock, so she still had a lot of time as she arrived at the apartment mention in the request. A young, thirty or forty something man opened the door, and she immediately guessed him to be the one who posted the request. Unlike him who grunted and scratched his head in visible effort:
"Yo... So, you're the uhm, mage... Right?", he greeted almost dismissively, in a way that was nothing short of rude. But the way he grabbed and rubbed at his forehead with an afflicted look said everything Alisa needed to know, and she did nothing but smile, "Well, don't stand out there all day, come in."
Ignoring the visibly hangover man's predictably sour mood, she stepped inside the apparentment, she was also greeted by a far warmer old lady, the man's mother or grandmother judging by their common facial features:
"Good morning dear. Please excuse my son, will you? He has a way of...", she glanced at the younger man with a disapproving frown before looking right back at Alisa, "Overindulging."
"It's quite alright, Mrs...?", Answered Alisa, just before finding herself stuck in the name. The son cut ahead and introduce her as Rynah Noran - instead of letting his mother do it herself - which earned yet another little argument about letting her take care of herself.
Clearly this mother and son relationship seemed a bit strained, but in the end, Alisa hiring a caretaker made for a far better and more humane treatment to the elderly than simply shipping them off to a retirement home where they'd have nowhere to turn to except a slow descent into senility.