[SE] ignis aurum probat

"There aren't," Fox says with a smile that's quickly turning sheepish. "Especially since the war. I think I'm one of only a handful left," he explains. But, as Deimos might well imagine, that does make the answer to his second question an obvious one. "Very much so," he confirms. "There are a lot of new creatures roaming around. I mostly take jobs to clear farm perimeters, but the odd mystery does crop up every now and then." Still gazing down at the journal and finding himself standing beside Deimos as a brother in arms more than an awkward stranger now, he tilts his head to hear he's actually speaking with the guildmaster of the monster hunters. "Damn. Small world." Fox smiles. "Did you used to live in the Grounds as well, then? Can't blame you for leaving, honestly. It's a different place now." fox