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Sensing that neither of you needed his help, the mountainous peacekeeper excused himself to oversee the open-air market and made sure to point at the mercs with his halberd while walking away, the other men replied with rude hand gestures.
Lovely.
''Hey mom, I think you should go find dad.''
''Hm? Me? Not us two?''
''If guys like that make the bulk of the authority inside the monster district... He might go far enough to make a few unwise promises.'' There's been a few times you had to hold him back, these three stooges are making you imagine the worst of scenarios.
''Hm...'' No immediate agreement or rejection means she's seriously considering what you said. ''...He's always had a soft spot for the Mamonos.''
''All of us do.'' Your dry response makes her chuckle. ''<span class="mu-r">We've been invited to dine in baron manor too</span>, I don't think it'd be a good idea to already get in trouble.''
When Canaan gazes at the three sitting men, you promptly continue.
''I have the Good Mother aegis.'' You gently show your Focii that hasn't moved anywhere but your pockets. It is nothing more than a statuette of Mother Earth, a humble carving in iron that is always so amazingly useful in channeling your connection to the divines.
You've also had to run away a few times in the past, so if the worst truly does happen, you'll manage.
''Right, right. This town -is- going to be our home.'' She, too, has trouble adjusting, making a mess, and leaving has been a bad habit when traveling the Allied Kingdoms. ''Here.''
Taking out a letter from her inner pocket, she also handed you a purse she had hidden in there. ''That's the coordinate of our house, a handful of silvers and one gold for having our grocery delivered.''
''Can-''
''We can afford it. Buy yourself something fancy if you want.''
You've walked all over the realms and never really understood its economy. Each realm mints a customized silver currency but golden coins can be traded everywhere, though finding a gold worth in an average village shop can sometimes be dramatic.
''We're a little past the hour of Justice, one of us will come fetch you here at dusk.'' Noon is the hour upon which Mother Earth sits upon her throne of Justice to rebalance the world reality. ''Don't go disappearing on me now!''
Before she can be tempted to curtail your newfound initiative, Canaan jogs toward the marketplace to find the easily identifiable mountain of a man who defused what would have been a dramatic encounter.
''Alright.'' You whisper, <span class="mu-s">your mom is quick to run away from the marketplace altogether.</span> ''Duties.'' Being alone in the city without your parents always fills you with a sense of dread that needs some effort to swallow down.
Church first. With a hand on the wrapped handle of your sword, you give the mercs a wide berth before ascending the stairs.
