A well maintain one showing a careful care to it, a habit from the past that can't die on checking other people sword.Īt the beginning, Iocus doesn't want to reach out to them. The thing that he notices the most are the sword on their waist. man? woman? Honestly, he couldn't bother himself with that. If they already tied it, why don't they remove it by themselves instead of asking this" Iocus grumbles as he notice a young. Iocus is holding a red string that said by the client will leads him to the nest. With dozen of pecks and cawing, ignoring the dumbstruck client, Iocus finally gave in and accepted the job.Ī sword, the old relic from the past, rest on his waist while Kraka arrives at the gate. When he was going to rejects it, he was greeted with a hard peck from Kraka to ensure Iocus to not reject the offer. It wasn't his idea for him to be there right now, it was a request from a client to getting rid the rats from a sewer in byzel. The swaying motion from walking pushing himself to the land of the dream. Granted that what he is doing right now is that too far from what he usually do at his home, all he is doing right now is hugging Kraka's neck to fixated his positions at the top of her. It is a miracle to see a man such as Iocus Devir to be seen outside his room especially not Altair where his agency is. The mutant was no expert with a sword, but it would serve her needs well enough today.
In the end though, they were still vermin that needed to be culled. Rumors of 'rodents of unusual size' were all the rage recently in Byzel. She pocketed the item, and as her hand brushed up against the hilt of a sword sheathed on her belt Behemoth spared the weapon a brief glance. There was only one way to find out at this point. If enough rats had been tied up this way one of them would eventually betray the location of the nest. However, her cynicism had been proven wrong before.
Even if one of the red strings was secured to a brick at the sewer entrance there was no guarantee it was still attached to a rat. The Mayor had a creative plan to track these rats, but Behemoth was doubtful of the idea.
She had offered to begin her search of the tunnels when she had arrived ten minutes ago, but the gentle giant that the Mayor was had urged her to wait just a little longer.įor the second time since then she held up a piece of red string to inspect under the factory’s ceiling lights. She hadn’t heard of any other Knights looking into this job, and not many freelancers went into the sewers unless they had to. Behemoth waited patiently in the meantime, unsure of whether or not she should be expecting company on this excursion. Nearby, the Mayor of the City of Tears was finalizing instructions to some of the factory workers for the eventual clean up. The point of entry for the job was located in one of Byzel’s many industrial waste plants. In the very least the glowing flora in Byzel was an indication that the local water supported life, to some extent anyways.Ī wide, metal set of double doors blocked the way into the sewers before the Knight. The idea had Behemoth involuntarily gagging when she had first come to Eos, but over time she had resigned herself to accepting this unsettling truth. That very same liquid would eventually be circulated back into the city’s water supply for further use and consumption. Filth in all its forms magically separated from the vile murk leaving potable water in its place.
It was hard to believe the claims of efficiency Byzel’s sewer system boasted unless it was seen firsthand.
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