Urgent apparently, she had been called to the site of a job which had been taken on by a mage of lower status, apparently the scene needed cleaning. Either by messing up the job, causing some other problems or just wishing to be tidy it mattered not to the short girl. For she had received stern orders to clean and that was what she was doing, bodies had just been bottled up and carted away in oil drums, all that left was the labourous cleansing of every surface, polishing everything until every speckle and smear of DNA was no more than a collection of unidentifiable fractions of identity amongst cleaning liquids. Gloves pulled further up as another bottle of 'DNA-Away' spray was summoned into her hand. 'Just one spray and within minutes the DNA would be gone when you wiped it away' well it wasn't half bad and her cloth was of good quality so she could easily just remove layers of filth that had built up at the small cottage slash murder scene. Its residents really needed to clean more, normally she held little interest in her clients, many of which were unsavoury types yet there was no bother as long as she ended up with jewel in her purse at the end of the day. For some reason the night which was settling over the land had caused her emotions to fall into turmoil a little at times, this was a day which had meaning to many in this land. Well children adored the night for what treats it brought, perhaps she should ask her client for a 'treat' tonight and a little bit of an increase in reward. Low and deep a growling arose from the roof, claws scraping against it the sound was harsh and unearthly, a creature of sorts most likely perhaps a wolf or fox. "Ms Corbyn we should probably check that sound out, before whatever creature it is draws more attention to this particular location." As she rose the child brought forth her rifle, familiar its wooden sock was a heavy comfort against her hand.
The sounds ceased once she nudged the door outside open with her foot, brows creased eyes searched for something which would indicate the source of a sound. Yet there was nothing. No movement out in the darkness, sounds were obsolete as not even the birds chirped their evening greetings. Still as if they were on the set of a film her feet carried her a couple of steps forward, she had heard something, almost animal like in sounds with its throaty grows and clacking claws surely that was what it had been. It came from above in a movement of darkness, its candle flickering giving only the slightest of light as they pounced down from above, landing a few meters in front of where she stood Verosia spared a glance for her client, "We appear to have company, whilst I will fight due to them threatening my life it was not part of my contract to protect you so perhaps we can work together to dissuade these canines from snacking on our limbs." From under the brim of her cap a glare was sent towards the pack of three as she slid into a more appropriate stance, bayonet at the ready yet a black powder falling from the sky tickled her nose. "I am new to these lands- are monsters like these and black- snow like powder common. The world feels dark and grim." Worry stained her voice as she spoke in confusion and slight disappointment, this was supposed to be a land of opportunity and spirit, yet the uniform clad child was not getting either of that here.
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