Walking up the mountain pass, the man whom went by the name of Alkatraz was not in the slightest bit ecstatic over this particular assignment. Though this team from Sabertooth had been known to solve many problems so far, and were actually being useful to the guild as a whole, this mission seemed to have an inaccurate rank. Rank C for stopping a flood, changing the water flow, and capturing whomever was responsible? That is just something that didn't seem like an average level job. But then again, if missions were like this in the future, it would naturally be best to get a early lead on it now. He was walking down that dirt road until he reached the morphing stone steps that lead right into the village itself. He hoisted his massive coffin, adjusting it upon his back carefully. His eyes were focused completely ahead of him, but was cautious of his surroundings given how the wilderness in this area seemed to be acting rather skittish. He would speak to his partner delighted however, not showing signs of concern within is masculine Irish voice. He began, "So, I guess we have two options. Patch the wall or Interview others." He had a plan after-all, if they could find some form of mud or concrete, he could use Lil'Burner the Falcon to super-heat it and insulate the mold.
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