Volcatia flipped a ten-mark to the driver of the car she'd borrowed a ride on.

It was just money, and paying money for things was a really human thing to do.

She walked south, her comfortable shoes fucking her feet a little with each step.

She wished she'd had these shoes her whole life.

Sometimes things had to be lost before other things could be gained though.

That was how it was.

The reminder caused her to sigh.

Annoying.

She shuffled her mind to a different topic at random.

Carl Tempestates was a little interesting.

He wasn't there when she watched.

Weird.

Maybe good legs too?

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Hard to tell with how much fucking dirt he was covered in.

Eh.

Her face was pretty enough, her skin was clear, and yesterday had again proven that she could pass time in that manner whenever she felt like it.

But what the fuck did she feel like doing now?

There was a lot of time to waste before the Hero's Cup.

Some things would take care of themselves without her, but…

Urgh.

Yeah, there was something she had to do today.

Wasn't going to be fun talking to her again, but she felt like she had to.

She wasn't a hero.

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Garus Horatius Rex pulled his hat down over his face while he walked across the bridge.

It wouldn't do to be recognized, after all.

He let out an annoyed sigh. He was getting paranoid. It'd been some time since he'd been back to the city, but he was a little anxious now that he was here again.

No sense in thinking about that.

He chose another topic to consider.

Carl Maximus Tempestates.

He was a newcomer to the city, Garus had no doubts on that fact. The poverty-stricken man had fished quietly on the opposite side of the bridge with an almost inhuman degree of success considering the simplistic fishing pole he'd been using. And he seemed to have some sort of skill that let him create worms to use for bait? How…useless.

Still, perhaps he'd have some entertainment out of it. A considerable amount of time remained before the Hero's Cup, and he had a lot of days to fill. He was sure he'd find any number of things to occupy himself with.

It wasn't as though he was a hero.