Volcatia sat on a step looking at the assortment of objects in front of her.

Huh.

Not what she'd expected.

Also…

Sort of exactly what she'd expected.

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Fucking Carl.

She tapped her chin.

She shoved all the things into her Inventory.

Couldn't be too prepared.

Probably.

She was hanging out with Ir'alith tomorrow.

This was still today though.

What to do…

Eh.

Today wasn't over.

Maybe she'd see what this job was about.

Could be interesting.