Assuming it was just going to be one of those days, the elf just continued on towards her destination. Regardless of how good or how bad of a day it seemed like it would be, she was still a mage, and being a mage meant that she needed to do her job. Seeing how full the request board was the day before, she imagined it to still be rather filled with requests. Maybe there would not be as many as before, but that didn't mean that she couldn't choose one she wanted to do.
Once Kerii got into the Guildhall, she took one look at the request board and saw, to her surprise, that there were a lot less than she expected. She, unfortunately, seemed to get there a little too late. Nonetheless, she proceeded to go towards the request board and tried to pick out a request that seemed interesting. She expected all the good ones to be taken, but much to her surprise, there was one that mentioned a "weird looking entity." Before she got too excited though, she saw that it was put out by none other than Dex Miller. Her heart sank a little, knowing all too well that this was probably just his imagination going to work. Still, Dex evidently thought that this was an urgent matter, so Kerii had no choice but to accept the request. Besides, there was a possibility that he wasn't making it all up. Going off of her last experience with him, those chances were slim, but still there.
So, Kerii took the request off of the board. For some reason, Dex wanted to specifically meet with the mage who took this request right when the sun started to go down, so the elf waited until it was just about sundown. Once she saw the sun beginning to set, she headed down towards the river, which wasn't too far at all from the Guildhall. There, she very clearly saw Dex. He was dressed in all black, as per the usual, and still wore his hair in its classic, very conspicuous style. Although it was very contrary to how a real spy would wear their hair, it was pointless to tell Dex that he stood out like a sore thumb. He would just never take the information to heart, and continually insist that he was doing everything right.
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