Today was special.
As a newly promoted rank D adventurer, Luma could finally take on a quest worthy of her talents. No more would she have to chase down pickpockets; no more would she have to face down the never ending horde of sewer slimes; and best of all, no more would she have to endure the taunting of her partner, Maressa.
Quickly, she snatched a quest one of the last few remaining D-rank quests from the board and made her way over to reception, her fluffy green body undulating rhythmically as she moved.
"Luma."
A faint smile curled at the feline receptionist's lips. Her eyes flitted up from her paperwork to the parchment for barely a moment—surely not long enough to be able to read it and yet...
"Ah," she exclaimed, "you're going to try to capture Redfang? Just so you are aware, there is a pretty hefty penalty should you fail."
And by fail, she meant if he should happen to fall onto a sword.