With her decision made, Elara would stand up from the bench that she’d been sitting on and headed for the exit, the job posting giving a pretty good map of where the orphanage was. Perhaps if she got this out of the way swiftly, she could return and maybe do a bit of shoplifting. The town locals didn’t seem to be that bright and she knew that she could easily nick a few things while they weren’t looking. She’d never failed yet and she wasn’t going to start now. Her summons were the perfect decoys for her and more often than not, it was they who did the stealing, while Elara just watched from a safe spot. It was all so easy to do with her telepathy, giving her the power to give mental commands and most of her spirits were open minded enough to aid her with her thievery. There were a few who were too noble but she didn’t care about that. They were her minions and they’d do what she told them too. Rengar was her favourite when it came to this type of thing, her stealth proving invaluable.
As she walked, a tall figure would appear beside her, wielding a mighty axe and easily nearly twice Elara’s height. The summoner didn’t even turn her head and simply said, “Is something wrong, Taurus?”
“This mission of yours. There is more to it than there appears to be. I can sense a dark presence from somewhere nearby and it means you harm, should you approach it. Do not take this job lightly, Elara.” Her tone as deep and gruff as ever, Taurus then added. “I insist on accompanying you for as long as I am able. My axe is itching for blood and this task of yours might be just what it needs.”
“Alright then.” Elara replied, “Let's see what it has in store for us.”
With that, the two would resume towards the town exit.