Those are too many questions. „Why do you expect me to not be a man?“ My questions gets an immediate answer „I was told to expect ladies, though not - you are right - only ladies. Why did nobody tell me that you would arrive separately?“ The number of questions does not go down. „I have no idea. I was sort of guided here without anybody telling me anything. I thought I’d get an explanation here.“

They have sent me here. Anything else is just too freaking unlikely. These people are expecting somebody. If they just wanted to raid this place it would have been easier to do so by themselves.

„Are you the one who will do the looting or the one who will use the loot?“ he keeps asking more questions. „I suppose I should do the looting because there is nothing to use if I don’t loot first.“

It seems like he wishes to take over the speaking part for his fellow, who may be his brother if facial features are indications overruling loquacity.

They are leading me through a barn with a few people behind makeshift tables holding produce and in a few cases can and, in one case, papers.

„How do you hide this from police?“ - „We do not really. They know it is inevitable and we keep it orderly and local.“ I am starting to think that my mode of dealing with the authorities is too rigid.

We continue on through the other door. Does that mean they know what will happen in terms of smell when a monster is looted? I wish I had a mass spectrometer to test the rainbow clouds with.

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I am surrounded by people whose auras seem like stunted version of the superhero I met. Though they are armed with automatic weapons, I am more confident here. As long as we are outside I can always flee into the sky. Do you wonder why I haven’t build a glider with [Robotic Servant of War]? Too dangerous. I may need to flee while another one of them is operating and I cannot switch over without delay.

These people have found a method to store dead monsters. I conjure a glove and somebody pours a small heap of dead monster rats in front of me. Dutifully I loot them. They turn out to be lesser monsters. I get very little besides lesser coins and lesser cores from them. A few teeth and a tub of ointment. It even has a symbol of two snakes wound around a staff on the lid. Is my looting power trying to be helpful? That symbol must be coming from me.

„Almost“, one of my observers/watchers mutters. „Almost what?“ - „Almost a healing potion, those sell better than anything else.“

There is a commotion at the entrance and I get an iron rank aura I know.

P: Lisa, here you are!

L: What are you doing here?

That has not been the wisest thing to say. People are drawing firearms

P: Our partners led me here.

L: Why did they do that? And why did they not tell me?

P: I don’t know. They didn’t tell me that they didn’t inform anybody.

L: This is a surprise. But not an unwelcome one. Have you met Fatma?

P: Yes. I do not forget my students. I am bad with names, but I do remember faces.

Fatma adresses their people

F: Cousins, this is my teacher. Somebody has messed up the schedule without telling anybody anything. Including that they have recruited him.

They have the respect the teaching profession is due and lower their weapons, though they do not reholster them.