Match your pulse with the rhythm of combat, and you'll dominate any fight.
"And if we made it to the gold rank?" Vol said. "You've seen how important Francis treats us already, like we're doing him a favour, just by existing. Isn't he just a clerk? I don't understand it – but I do reckon he wants us to go higher, and somehow, it benefits him."
"…As a gold group of mercenaries, things would change, I suppose…" Penelope said carefully. "I can't imagine they would want to risk making trouble for us. And we aren't so far away. I see what you're saying. We could use our rank as a safety net, before things got too out of hand. As for why Francis wants mercenaries of strength – it's better for all of Merca if we're here. Quests are problems, and the more problems that are solved, the better a town Merca is made. The strength of a town, or city, and its potential for growth is related to its ability to solve all these different sorts of problems."