Volac Seihsa
My heart will be the judge
Volac let out a tired sigh, slowly dragging his cart behind him down the street, an irritated look on his face. He didn’t mind making deliveries, those were his bread and butter, something that he’d been doing since he was very little… however, he couldn’t stand ones that were going to leave him in some form of danger. Like this one for example. ‘T H W A C K!!’ “Not… for you.” He sighed, having easily knocked away one of the many, many drunkards that had charged up to his cart to try and take the alcohol, or buy it off of him. While the offers were somewhat enticing, he was a professional damnit!
He’d yet to screw up any form of delivery, and now was not when he was planning on starting that kind of trend!
Yet another one had trudged up, this one actually looking like they were about to pick a legitimate fight, only for another well-aimed kick to easily dissuade them, the look of irritation on Volac’s face quickly going to outrage. He knew that this was basically the equivalent of a red-light district, but he’d at least figured that people would have at least a little bit of self-control! The delivery place was just one of the local bars who’d randomly had someone come up missing when they were supposed to come make their rounds. And so, they’d made requests to multiple guilds to try and get some assistance.
The Silver Wolves being one of the many that they’d asked to help.
The Nightclub in particular that he’d been asked to deliver to was rather well known, and prided themselves on the quality of beers and other types of Alcohol that they served, meaning that this was decidedly NOT a cheap order that he’d been tasked with delivering. Thankfully, he was at least getting paid a decent chunk of change for his time (Which was one of the only things that was making this mess worth it.). Hitamuki was relaxing in their room back at the guild hall, having decided not to go with him on this little adventure. In her words, Snakes and Alcohol did not mix.
Volac had decided not to question it, and had simply decided to go on the job on his own. The only main issue that the request had really detailed was that there were more than a few people that would be going after him trying to either steal or fight him for the various alcohols that he was carrying within the cart.
… And Speaking of.
‘T H W A C K!!!’
“Not. For. You.” he growled, pulling away from yet another drunk. This was far from the most annoying delivery job that he’d ever gone on, a few others coming to mind first. Now if he could just make it to the damn establishment without getting his cargo stolen by a pack of thirsty drunks, that would be absolutely lovely. The sound of footsteps filled his ears as he let out a growl of frustration. Looks like some people never freaking learned, did they?
‘T H W A C K’
HP: 525/525 MP: 300/300
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