After his spar with Tina, the afternoon sun was pelting him and he decided to rest in the shade for a bit.

"That was some impressive stuff."

Grace commented.

At this point, she was like a housecat who showed up whenever it wanted but was never consistently around. He turned to her but he showed no surprise on his face.

"I see you're finally back to working."

"What are you talking about Tibaut, I'm your guide, I wouldn't just leave you all by yourselves."

"(Is she hiding from Elizabeth) I should have known as much. Anyway, you got any reason for visiting me?"

"None." She said before sitting next to him.

"I'm not sure I believe that."

"Well, since I saw you here I realised how comfy of a spot this is. Just wake me up when you see Elizabeth or Avis around."

"So I'm just an alarm clock?"

Although he didn't expect a response he was quite annoyed she had the audacity to fall asleep before he finished speaking. As he looked at her he realised she was pretty cute whenever she wasn't irritating him. Though he was pretty sure he could say that for most of the women he knew. As he was getting a good look at her he noticed her hands. He even felt them realised they had a few callouses.

"I guess she doesn't just sit around doing nothing after all."

She grabbed his hand but he nervously freed himself and put some distance between them.

"Ah man, I felt a great nap coming and she had to ruin it. I wonder if she stole it for herself."

Despite what he said he soon felt himself drifting off and put up no resistance against it.

"Tina was going really hard today. I need some time to recharge my battery."

As his eyes started to close, he sensed a malevolent presence and quickly got up with his back against the tree.

"I suppose it's assuring we haven't employed the bottom of the barrel." The voice said in a somewhat snooty tone.

She walked over to him while adjusting her glasses. She had black hair in a Bob cut with a face that held no emotion., though he could feel her gaze pierce through him. It was the maid Avis.

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He looked in front of him and stood up normally.

"Oh, it's you. Do you need me for something?"

"Quite an ill-mannered response, but yes there is something that my lord asks of you." She pulled out a letter from her pocket. "He'd like for you to deliver this letter to the local police."

"(Why am I their mailman?) I don't mean to sound arrogant but is this really a job for me?"

The maid looked at him with annoyance.

"Is that so, I'm almost certain my lord said you wanted to meet with the local police."

"Oh, it's about that."

She facepalmed but quickly regained composure.

"Yes, it is about 'that'. I suggest you go today as the information is time-sensitive."

He took the letter and shook his head.

"I'll be quick… By the way, where are the police stationed?"

"You have a guide, yes? Ask her."

She then bowed and soon took her leave.

He woke her up and she was blissfully unaware of what happened. Her ever-present smile disappeared when he broke the news to her since she'd have to do what she said she'd do.

"Ugh, why couldn't she have gone with you?"

"Miss Tour Guide, isn't this your job?

"That is true, however, that only applies to places I find interesting."

"Aren't you a bit biased Ms. Tour Guide?"

"Hah, I'll give you all my gold if you find a human that isn't biased."

"But do they let it affect their jobs?"

"Anyways, we're here."

"(I wish I could shift the topic that quickly.) Where is it?"

Tibaut looked around the area but the buildings on this side of town were very unremarkable. If you asked him to draw after a few hours or so he'd likely just make some brown and grey rectangles with doors and the occasional windows on them.

"I think it's here."

She opened the door and was greeted by the scent of meat. The owner looked happy but she slowly closed it.

"Here?" She opened the building beside it but only consisted of a few men being interrupted in a game of cards.

"I thought you were a guide."

"Oh shut up, the buildings around here all look the same."

"Excuse me?" One of the men around the table asked. "Are you looking for somewhere?"

Tibaut pushed Grace out of the doorway and walked over to the man.

"Yeah, sorry about this, we're not really familiar with the area." He said while awkwardly scratching his head.

"Don't worry about it, even some people around here get confused sometimes, where are you heading?"

"Oh, we were just looking for the police."

"Police… oh that's what the guard is called now isn't it?" He said while looking at another man at the table.

"I'm sure… probably." The other man said while looking unsure.

"So where are they?" Tibaut asked.

"Well, you've found us."

"Huh?"

"What? Is there trouble around?"

Tibaut took a more thorough look around. There was no reception desk. No wanted posters or general tips to stay safe on the streets. Nothing something even vaguely identifiable as a logo or symbol. Plus they were all wearing bland-looking tunics and leggings no different than the general populace. He felt like he was in someone's flat rather than a place of authority.

"No, no problems. I just have a letter. (Police? This wouldn't even qualify as a neighbourhood watch)" He pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it to the man at the table. The man looked at him oddly before seeing the messenger.

"Oh it's from the lord."

The rest of the men at the table put down their cards and got up.

"Come on guys, it's too early for him to send us another important tip. He's probably just telling us he's recovered from the attack."