Fritz once again found himself on his knees, with a handful of disappointed girls lording over him. The room had been secured from any eavesdroppers. Neva had cast her silencing magic on the windows and doors, as Fritz was led to the center of the room like a condemned man.

"How did you end up in the sewers?" Neva asked. Her arms were crossed over her chest.

"I conjured gold."

"And?"

"I got caught, because I didn't remember the other side of the face."

"He can conjure?" Brenn asked. Neva nodded in the affirmative.

"Yes...." Fritz admitted.

"Go on, Fritz, show her." Neva commanded.

"I'm kind of tired. It's been a long day." Fritz said wearily. "Can't we postpone this?"

"Do it!" Neva said sharply. "Another bottle."

"Next time, your getting Everclear." Fritz grumbled. Closing his eyes, he focused on his core as he felt the familiar pull of his mana. A huge wash of fatigue settled over him like a warm blanket as another bottle of whiskey materialized in his free hand. Neva snatched it out of his hands, before handing it to Brenn. The small brunette beastkin uncorked the bottle before taking a small sip.

"Cute, and practical. You'd never have to leave the room with him around." A small grin spread across her lips.

"He is the perfect assistant. I would never run out of supplies." Marcelle added.

"His ability is the only thing that's making this journey bearable." Neva said with a sigh. Fritz looked towards Ada, hoping against hope that the blonde beastkin would see him as something more than a simple vending machine.

"I like the food." Ada said dumbly. Fritz's let his chin fall limp against his chest.

"We're getting sidetracked." Neva said. Pulling out her pipe, she stuffed it with tobacco before stuffing it and lighting it. "So, Fritz. What did you do wrong?"

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"I conjured gold."

"Why is that bad?" Neva asked.

"Because it would get me thrown in jail or immediately executed."

"Exactly. So?"

"I won't do it again."

"Come on! He's learned his lesson!" Ada interjected on his behalf.

"So, once you were in the sewers?" Neva asked trying to

"I got lost, and some ghouls found me. I killed them, but just barely. I thought I was gonna die, and then escaped." Ada's eyes lit up with excitement, as Neva frowned. The scar on her face twisted in grotesque annoyance.

"Afterwards, I met cutey in a park. He looked so sad, holding the decapitated head of a ghoul." Neva let out a long whistle, as Ada's eyes lit up.

"You really killed them?" Neva asked. Crouching down she got closer to Fritz.

"Yeah...." Fritz admitted. Neva let out a sigh.

"How'd you do it?" Ada asked excitedly. "Did you crush them with a mace? An axe? Can you secretly fight? Come on! Tell me!"

"Holy water." Fritz admitted.

"Where were you?" Neva asked Marcelle.

"Busy." Marcelle said scowling.

"Busy?" Neva asked clearly offended. "Busy?"

"Well I suppose it could be worse. Cutey could be dead. At least the guards don't seem to be searching for him very hard." Brenn said with a laugh. Marcelle grunted. Neva took a large inhale of her pipe attempting to calm herself.

"What now?" Fritz asked.

"Brenn. We need to talk. Now that you know our secret-" Brenn interrupted Neva before she could finish.

"Whatever you're doing, I'm in. Sounds like fun, and the company ain't half bad." Brenn tossed a playful wink towards Fritz. Ada grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away. Brenn let out a laugh, as she watched Ada drag him away.

"Brenn, keep watch over him with Marcelle tomorrow. I need someone dependable in case Marcelle gets 'busy'." Both Neva and Marcelle rolled their eyes at one another.

"Sure thing. I'm pretty sure cutey, and I will have plenty to do." Flexing her fingers menacingly she slowly stalked towards Fritz.

"No! Stay back!" Ada shouted. Brenn continued her advance.

"Stop shouting!" Marcelle screeched.

"Hand me the damn bottle!" Neva shouted.

"Stay away!" Neva screeched as she dragged Fritz into a corner of the room.

"Hehehe, come here cutey. Let's party." A creepy grin spread across her Brenn's face. She started grabbing at Fritz's shirt trying to pull him closer. Ada kept swatting her hand away, as she stood defiantly infront of Freye's champion.

Regardless of the chaos around him, Fritz was too exhausted to put on much of a resistance. Conjuring a small flask of clear strong liquor, he upturned the flask.

"That's the spirit! Come on let's get to know one another!" Brenn shouted.

"Neva help! She's touching him!"

"Brenn! The bottle! Stop trying to grope him!"

"We're team building! I'm getting to know cutey!" Brenn said with a laugh. Finishing the flask, Fritz started kicking at Brenn's shins. "Ooohhh, fiesty!"

"She's a degenerate! Help!"

"Idiots! All of you!" Marcelle screamed.