As Tibaut left the tavern he noticed how this group that had passed affected. He didn't think much of it at first but the few people he saw walking around were men.

"I didn't expect this world to be perfect but it's always a bummer seeing stuff like this."

As he walked around he barely dodged a weapon thrown his way. He turned to the figure who threw it, concerned he'd have to fight more innocent people.

Thankfully their tan skin and pink hair made it quite obvious they were a companion of his. It was Tina, looking noticeably bloodthirsty.

"Come on Tina, don't be so mad." He lifted her pouch up. "See I didn't even spend anything."

He soon noticed a buzzing sound behind him and dodged without seeing what it was. Whatever it was, hit Tina's pouch and scattered her coins all over the place.

It flew towards Tina and Tibaut felt a pit form in his stomach.

However, this worry would soon prove to be unfounded. Instead of piercing her, it went straight into her hand. On closer inspection, he realized it was her spear.

"Since when the hell could you do that?" He asked.

She didn't respond and instead rushed him. He didn't like where this was going and quickly jumped between the walls of two buildings before escaping through the rooftops.

"Hold on, hold on! Can't we do this outside of town at least?" He pleaded.

The only response he got was a spear that came a bit too close for comfort to his face.

"Wow with those javelin skills, the Olympics would be a cinch."

Tibaut kept his pace across the rooftops until he reached what looked like the outskirts of town.

"tch, guess this'll have to be good enough."

He leapt off the roof and after landing, (which hurt his knees way more than he thought it would've) looked around for the pink-haired spartan chasing him down.

"Come on Tina, it was just a little joke, there's no need to try and kill me over it."

"Who cares about that?" A voice from a nearby alley responded. She soon walked out with a spear in hand. "I thought I'd just lodge my spear in your shoulder and then head back. But then you dodge it. You bastard do you know how I've been working on that to make it viable as an attack? Yet YOU DODGE AS IF IT WAS NOTHING. Worst of all you didn't even fight me." Her face was starting to look scary so Tibaut tried calming her down.

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"Don't sell yourself short, it almost-"

"Shut the hell up. I'm not just getting you to use your magic today, I'm beating your ass here and now."

Tibaut scanned the area and no one seemed to be around. He sighed and shrugged his shoulders.

"One round should be more than enough, then."

"Hmph, get ready to have your ass dragged all the way to that noble's house after I'm finished with you."

And so they had their impromptu sparring match. The resulting damage to the area made Tibaut glad as it seemed to have been abandoned for some time (he hoped anyway).

"Get your ass back here!"

"I said one round you idiot!"

Unsurprisingly the spar ended with Tibaut winning and, ever the sore loser, Tina wanted another go.

No matter how he ran he wasn't able to lose her.

("Holy shit, was she always this fast?")

After deciding enough was enough he stopped and faced her.

She swung her spear down at him with all the force she could muster but Tibaut used her momentum against her and hit a brutal counter punch in her stomach which sent her flying.

"Listen, we don't have time to be doing this."

"Ugh," Tina groaned in pain before getting up. She tried to bring back her spear but it weakly rolled over to her instead of flying at him like it did earlier. "Shut up, I'm not finished yet."

"Then why don't we finish this at that noble's place?" Tibaut said as he slowly walked towards her. "If we hurt any of these people, I feel like we'll be in some deep shit."

After looking around and being slightly cooled off from fighting Tibaut, she started blushing. Although there weren't many, a few people gathered around to watch them. One misaimed spear throw and she could have turned someone into a shish kebab.

She started stuttering trying to explain away her hot-headedness but felt ashamed for even trying to excuse what she did.

She picked up her spear and calmly walked away.

Tibaut was surprised she listened to reason at first but wished she could have done so sooner.

"Let's go." She quietly remarked.

"I guess it is about time to unpack our stuff. Anyway, where is that guy's mansion anyway?"

Tina stopped walking. She soon scaled a nearby building and overlooked the area. She really took her time doing this.

Tibaut soon went up there himself.

"Uh, what are you doing? Shouldn't we get going?"

"Tibaut do you see any mansions or expensive-looking groups of buildings from up here?"

Tibaut gave a quick glance.

"Not really," Tibaut's eyes soon opened wide. "You don't mean?"

"I left the carriage when it got close to the village." She quietly commented. "I don't see the carriage either."

After searching for an embarrassing amount, Tibaut eventually asked the bartender (whose bar was fully empty) for directions. He begrudgingly gave him the rest of his ill-gotten gains and they made their way towards the mansion.

"You gave him 15 coins for directions!?"

"Listen, it wasn't my money to begin with, so if you think about it as me getting those directions for free it's not that bad of a deal."

"You stole that?"

"Why are you assuming I stole it? I mean it should be fine if it was self-defense, right?"

Tina sighed at his mercenary-like question and continued walking.

"So you got in trouble earlier?"

"Yeah, apparently the guys here don't like the noble."

"Why do we have to work for some corrupt, privileged bastard?"

As Tina was getting the wrong idea, Tibaut explained what he heard in more detail.

"Women? Now I have to worry about some pervy bastards if I ever go to town at the wrong time?"

"Yeah, you should probably stay at the noble's place to avoid trouble."

"..."

They continued walking in silence.

("... If I was talking to Ezekiel, he probably would have said something like "Don't worry they wouldn't have their eyes on you in the first place." He's so similar to him sometimes yet completely different other times.")