Icil and Deus were on their way back to the Guild Hall, the slain Remobras being pulled in the cart behind them; the ones that they could salvage, anyway. Most of them had been smashed into a bloody mess from the stampeding Aptonoth. "Deus, I need to get some resources. Would you go on a treasure quest with me tomorrow?" Icil asked quietly. "You can call me Icil. I really don't mind." "Whatever you say, miss." the hunter mumbled in response. Rin was right; it was going to be a long day. ______________________________________________________________________________________________