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Demise Of The Sparrows (1/?)

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"Master Yanda. Young Jak. Welcome back."

Two individuals sporting the red and black Sparrows uniform gave a small bow as Dante and Jak stepped their way over platforms of shattered rock.

Just ahead of the enormous, flattened hunk of charred earth the dual adventurers were standing on was an enormous canyon. In order to get to level ground, one would have to traverse a layer of brittle stone jutting out from the side, the same path that Dante and Jak had just exited.

Fresh off the slaughter of the Beast Parade, the pair of bright haired males had made their way back to the campsite of the Flaming Sparrows. Positioned about five or so kilometers away from the portal leading back to Ornera, the Guild had set up their tents and supplies in an area that wasn't easily accessible for monsters but somewhat easier for them, at the very edge of the aforementioned canyon. While going up and down the treacherous staircase was rather arduous, it deterred the volcanic beasts residing nearby from raiding and damaging their temporary living space.

Having camped in much stranger locations though, Jak hadn't been too bothered by such a situation.

"Mark. Trella. Good to see you." Dante smiled at his two subordinates as he stepped up onto solid ground. "Wasn't expecting you guys to still be around. Shouldn't you be back at camp?"

Mark rubbed the back of his head. "Master Monto instructed us to. Picked us out himself."

"Miss Hanlan was originally going to be the one to greet you..." Trella crossed her arms.

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"Not a chance." - Oginio

"But why? I can lead them to the desig-knotted spot. Do you not trust me, oh great Vice Captain Oggy, great ladder of the Flaming Sparrows." - Mizuroka

"You, Jak, and Dante? That's like asking for trouble. The last time the three of you worked together, you lot sent 12 nobles through a brick wall, set fire to the royal palace, and destroyed a library containing decades worth of valuable knowledge. That was 3 months ago and we're STILL trying to dish out reparations!! The answer is still a no." - Oginio
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"....but Master Monto politely declined. He sent us instead."

"Politely? Oginio?" Jak tilted his head slightly in confusion. "That doesn't sound right."

Mark laughed a little. "He may have been a little firm....give or take."

"Setting that aside, why did he leave in the first place?" Dante asked, moving past the two of them. "The plan was to head back and prepare for when me and Jakklo returned."

"A man named Anjo stopped by and talked to  Master Monto about something." Mark moved to fall in line with the orange haired adventurer as he made his way towards the direction of the Rift. "I wasn't able to hear the majority of the conversation, but I was told by the Vice Captain that they were gonna head to Deryipall."

"Deryipall?" Dante frowned, a strange mixture of emotion on his face.

Jak, who was right beside him, noticed his expression but chose not to say anything, merely observing. It wasn't often that the captain of the Flaming Sparrows displayed any negative emotions, especially not the look of caution and confusion he currently wore, but when he did it was pointless to ask any questions. Dante would simply smile and tell the one inquiring not to worry about it, or he would crack a few jokes and completely change the subject. Usually both.