After putting on his armour, he left the room with his bindle over his shoulder.
He walked down the stairs to see Elizabeth talking to an odd-looking man speaking to Tina and Elizabeth, though it seemed neither was particularly pleased juggling by their faces.
He stood at the same height as Tina but had skin more appropriate on a dead body. He wore a mohawk, but it seemed to have more hair on the sides than expected.
(“Who the hell introduced such a tacky hairstyle to this world?”). He thought to himself.
He also had black spots painted over his eyes, (At least he assumed) which made him wonder if he was a mime or perhaps a clown that was quite fond of a monochrome palette. He also wore some garish shoulder pads covered in spikes.
It seems his constant staring caught the attention of the odd man.
“Oi dipshit who the fuck are you looking at!?” He shouted at Tibaut.
He sounded as unpleasant as he looked.
“Oh, sorry, it's just that-” before he could finish his sentence
Before he could fully respond the man had made his way over and grabbed his collar. He was as skinny as Tibaut currently was but something about his skin tone and size made him infinitely more intimidating than Tibaut could ever hope to be.
“Huh? Making fun of me ya bastard? Speak up dipshit!!!” He shouted in his face.
Tina was one thing, but this was the first time he could recall someone had been so aggressive to him for absolutely no reason.
“N-no, I'm just saying I'm surprised since no one else is in here.” He stuttered at the start but managed to get his words out. (“Geez, what is this guy's deal?”)
“You little shit, you comparing me to those bastards outside? You think Elizabeth's little-”
“Furor, could you please calm down? This isn't the time to be hazing our own.” Elizabeth commented.
Tina simply clicked her tongue as she looked at him.
“What was that pink hair!?” Furor asked. He had his teeth gritted as he looked at her and started walking over.
He completely ignored Elizabeth's words. It was almost as if she wasn't there.
“Furor, am I going to have to do a little sparring with you to get you to behave?” She asked as she put herself between him and Tina.
“Teach your subordinates some fucking manners, you blonde bitch. But if you're up to get your ass beat then I'm all for it.”
He seemed ready to throw a punch but Elizabeth caught it without issue. She didn't even flinch when it happened.
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“Tsk, whatever.” It seemed the lack of reaction bored him and he soon left through the front door.
“Where are you going?” she asked him. “We haven't finished discussing.”
“The old man said it should take a few days to get there, right? Then we have plenty of time.” He slammed the door and an audible groan was heard from the adventurers outside.
“So Elizabeth…”
“That's Furor. He's currently the second adventurer, or to be more realistic, he's probably the second strongest person in the parish.”
“He's also a massive dick,” Tina added.
“I can see that. What's a guy like that doing as an adventurer?” Tibaut asked. “He looks like a gang leader if anything. (He looks like a Fist of the North Star villain.)”
“Tsk, I wish he was,” Tina stated as she looked towards the door. “Then I could beat his ass without getting in trouble.”
“Tina, you're the only one who would end up having a bad time.”
“Why? All you'd have to do is stuff the stupid bastard’s mouth.”
“I hope you don't think it's as easy as it sounds. Besides I'd prefer if we were thinking about defeating the enemy, not our ally.”
Tina seemed to have a look of realisation followed by disgust. “Don't tell me that bastard is getting angry because of him? He thinks he can act like that because he talked to him every now and again!?” She sounded insulted by this.
“I'm not sure but he is more antsy than usual. It's been somewhat of a bother reining him in.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Tibaut asked.
“Tibaut,” Elizabeth immediately asked. “How do you feel right now?”
He was caught off guard by this question but as he considered the setting, he supposed it wasn't an odd question to ask.
“I'm ready to avenge a friend of mine.” He responded.
“Well, that's how we all feel as well, including the oaf that was in here. Let's hope the others aren't as brash as him.”
Tina kept wearing a sour expression, but hearing The two talk about wanting revenge for Ezekiel, provided her heart with a little warmth. As they were about to leave, Tina staggered forward, revealing Lily on her back.
“Whew, I made it.” She stated, with bags under her eyes.
“It's a bit late to be making this decision, isn't it?” Elizabeth asked her.
“Oh please, I spent the whole night thinking about this, there's no way I'm letting you guys leave without me now.”
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It was a dark room and it smelled strongly of booze. It wasn't like this initially but one week of heavy drinking made sure the smell would linger for the next few months.
The door opened and the person behind it was Elizabeth.
“Finally remembered me?” Lily asked. She sat in the middle of the bed, almost in expectation.
“You were on the cutoff mark when it came to strength. Frankly, it was someone else I wouldn't have considered them tagging along.” Elizabeth responded as she walked in. She sat on the bed and looked at the small girl in the middle of it. “But I still think you'll be a liability. Is Tina coming along not enough for you?”
“Haha that bitch?” she said in a boisterous voice. She held her shoulders up and made herself look confident.
Elizabeth stared at her for a few moments, before the girl deflated and slouched her shoulders.
“Honestly.” She said in a lower tone. “I'm okay if it's just her. She's the strongest out of all of us and it'd probably be better if I didn't risk it. After all, what good would the revenge be if I ended up dying? But I can't help but feel a little guilty staying behind.” She said, sounding quite candid.
“Well, we are leaving tomorrow, so I don't need an answer now.”
Elizabeth left and Lily was left in the room to consider the opportunity.