Ain't no rest for the wicked Part 2

Miss Dragonfang looked the same as the last time Uriel saw her, but she wasn't wearing the Dungeon Raiders uniform anymore, she wasn't wearing casual clothes either, she was on her old army uniform instead. It was the exact same one as Uriel could even recognize the wear and tear caused on her last mission as a soldier. There was also something off with her personality, because even though she joked as usual, her eyes were completely serious the whole time and she noticeably didn't let her guard down.

"Catch this!" Uriel threw a trite at the army officer, but instead of catching it she dodged.

"Nice try, but I'm not falling for that. I don't know what it was, but it wasn't silver." She said after jumping back a couple meters.

"It's a trite, an electrum coin made of gold and silver."

"I don't care, I'm not touching weird stuff until you rove you're not a skinwalkers and that thing wasn't made of silver."