Erebus had just bought his new Sniper Rifle with the jewels he'd had left from a few days prior. Thankfully he still had next to ten bands left for emergency pick-ups. The new weapon which was slung over his shoulder, gleamed with a gun metal grey tint under the sunset. After taking Steel to the building where he'd question him later, he hung the Spellsword up and left him there for a bit. Erebus would only be about an hour after all, he was a quicker worker.
Because Erebus had to run another quest into the caves and mines before he was able to deal with some reluctant bounty hunter. He had kept his dagger clasped within his hands. After all, Erebus was a natural knivesman, and these mines were filled to the brim in shining stones. He could pry them from their places on the walls after hunting down his target.
For now though, his mind was simply in walking the rocky path, the descending steep would unnerve most, but not Erebus. He worked best alone, and to top that fact, was use to a lonely life. He just had to survive, and if helping others in the process made for profit, he would do it... Just, according to his own idea of reasonable pay of course.
His clothes were a demonstration of stitching and refined tailoring. Belts lined different areas of his outfit, so as to hold magical items which were at a grabbing distance in his orange cloak. He was smart to gear up in preparation for the future. After all, he and Ko had just fought the spider yesterday, and the driders' so it was no surprise different monsters lived down different tunnels.
It was just a matter of finding which tunnel would be more important or the best bang for his bucket. Hmm, it seemed as though he were curious to the contents of today's mission. Erebus held from his fingertips a parchment he'd pulled off the job wall, with a riper reward, the thought of getting paid appeased the Unavoidable One. When the roof of the mine entrance disengaged the walking rogue from the sunlight, he let his arm dropped and his gaze relax. He sighed to himself softly.
He needed a bitch, like a good down to earth woman. Rather than pick apart his life, the Rogue merely whistled as he spun his dagger between his fingers. Hand on the strap of the gun, Erebus chose to go right, taking the opposite turn he had with Ko the last time, for no reason other than too explore a bit more of what made this Mine so unique.
As he walked he patiently pocketed only the finest diamonds he could, with rubies and emeralds sprinkled within, giving his side bag a crystalline gleam. The Rogue craved their sparkling form, stopping occasionally to inspect one or the next. Though, his mindset had not changed, he was definitely here to fight something and help some miners out... There would be time for that, there always was.
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