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There's hardly a book that will solve everyone's problems. No such thing as a Guide to Success existed and was actually real. This meant that those of Rebecca's family had to carve their own way, and figure out the world for themselves in order to plant the seed of success, nurture it, and watch it grow. Each of the brothers of her family had their set objective, and each had a very strong reason to strive for it. Though, when others might hear of Rebecca's story, they might wonder...
"So, why are you even doing it?" inquired Laon, fellow adventurer. He was a tall and wide shouldered human with long and sleek black hair. He had a greatsword on his back, and was powerful enough to use it. A man who's story was simply a life without choice. Mercenary work to him was his only way to make ends meet in the world. He had no craft or trade, just a mere bastard child of a mercenary that caught a woman and made her his whore. So to him, Rebecca was strange. Very strange.
The happenstance of this question occurred while the two were on their way from the guild, arranged to both deal with a possible threat of the gray kind. Outlanders previously unseen, they came from nowhere. Their job was to look around the area, and not just that, they'd only get paid if they brought back one of the creature's heads. So no half-assed looking around and coming back with nothing, that wasn't how they get paid.
"You're a cute girl, you look like you come from even a modest wealth. Yet... You're out here risking your life and very soul against these outlanders." Laon stated with concern. "If I were you... I'd definitely have stayed home and spread my legs to some rich man. I don't know your story or motivation, but you look like you could be doing so much better." he almost sounded like he was complaining, as if he really wanted her to behave in the way he wanted just so his world would make more sense.
She was free to answer this... Until they came upon a horrifying sight in the distance... An alien tower of gray flesh. Laon stopped in the midst of the trees and his mouth was gaping. "Holy shit..." he whispered in awe and fear.
"So, why are you even doing it?" inquired Laon, fellow adventurer. He was a tall and wide shouldered human with long and sleek black hair. He had a greatsword on his back, and was powerful enough to use it. A man who's story was simply a life without choice. Mercenary work to him was his only way to make ends meet in the world. He had no craft or trade, just a mere bastard child of a mercenary that caught a woman and made her his whore. So to him, Rebecca was strange. Very strange.
The happenstance of this question occurred while the two were on their way from the guild, arranged to both deal with a possible threat of the gray kind. Outlanders previously unseen, they came from nowhere. Their job was to look around the area, and not just that, they'd only get paid if they brought back one of the creature's heads. So no half-assed looking around and coming back with nothing, that wasn't how they get paid.
"You're a cute girl, you look like you come from even a modest wealth. Yet... You're out here risking your life and very soul against these outlanders." Laon stated with concern. "If I were you... I'd definitely have stayed home and spread my legs to some rich man. I don't know your story or motivation, but you look like you could be doing so much better." he almost sounded like he was complaining, as if he really wanted her to behave in the way he wanted just so his world would make more sense.
She was free to answer this... Until they came upon a horrifying sight in the distance... An alien tower of gray flesh. Laon stopped in the midst of the trees and his mouth was gaping. "Holy shit..." he whispered in awe and fear.