Checking out a farm.

"Hey, you two are back… at last."

Reaching the ears of the newcomers with ease, Jack's relaxed voice welcomed them into the collapsing house. 

"Looks like you two have finally arrived. What took you two so long?" he asked, sitting on the cornered mattress alongside some items.

"Training," answered Anne. Not bluntly, but still dry nonetheless.

The stare of the titan left their bodies momentarily, but it darted back to Randall's as soon as he saw his condition. "What the hell? What'd you do to him??"

"Nothing, he simply trained."

Jack attempted to mask his thoughts, but the frown in his face gave it all away with ease. Yet, the other two didn't really care. One was too concerned over other issues, whereas the other… The heavy breathing speaks for itself.

Quite loudly.

"... Anyway, I got you two some stuff. A scarf, a mask, a crossbow and a shortsword."

Jack gave Anne the mask, which seemed to be mostly made of stone. As for the scarf, Randall liked its vermillion tone. 

Anne looked down on both weapons. 

The shortsword's stone blade had no cracks. As far as she could tell, it was rather sharp. 

The wooden crossbow was another can of worms, though.

"Something's wrong?"

"... Give me that for a moment."

The crossbow went to Anne's hands, while Randall tried out the scarf. 

She caressed the weapon's surface multiple times with her hands, while her eyes feasted upon the many details the components had to offer.

"Do you have a bolt?"

"Yes, but not many. I didn't have enough time to craft them."

The titan gave her one of the arrows. She loaded it immediately and fired.

The wooden bolt flew out of the weapon, almost breaking a hole in one of the house's windows with ease. Fortunately, it barely went through one of the already existing gaps in the glass. 

The bolt landed accurately on the roof of a nearby house. In spite of thrusting itself into the wood, the shot barely did any real damage.

"Needs some work, but it'll do for now."

Jack stared somewhat dumbfounded at the window. 

"This scarf isn't so bad..."

Randall's words caught the fiend's attention. It didn't take long for her face to distort.

"Jack..."

The unnaturally deep voice coming out the demoness' throat almost stifled the room. 

"How many tailors are there in this place?"

"Four. One is Corinna, the best in the town. She has three pupils learning under her wings."

Anne nodded calmly. "Then I'll need some tools."

"For what?"

"To fix the mistakes made by the tailors. A look at this scarf is enough to tell that this piece of cloth is nothing short of a mess that is pleading for someone competent to grab a sewing kit and fix it."

Jack's eyes widened a bit. "Isn't that some sort of taboo amongst tailors?"

"Why, of course it is... How do you know that?"

The titan flinched slightly. "Uh, I heard it from adventurers."

"Aren't they always kicked out-"

"So, Randall, do you like that scarf? It looks quite good on you," voiced the purple skinned titan. The conversation from earlier glued an awkward smile onto his face.

"It's not bad. Besides, as long as it serves its purpose..."

The talk did not continue for much longer. 

Once the sun had settled down, the brown haired called out Randall's name.

"What is it?"

"Get your stuff ready, we're going to visit the farm."

"W,what-"

They heard Jack's long and loud sigh coming from the kitchen. "Be careful then, the curfew should start soon."

The stranger duo heeded the titan's warning, and left the house.

... They eventually approached the farm, though they were a couple houses away.

Crops of various colors sprouted on the extensive patches of ground. The moon shone down on them and the employees working there, as if it was the sun. 

Sadly, it wasn't. All it could do was watch the many patches of plants in the field, with the dark night sky and the stars keeping it company. Like a silent observer.

Regardless, the demon duo approached the area, and hid behind a bunch of boxes. And soon, their first opponents appeared within their sight.

Three guards, all standing on top of a platform overseeing everything. The wooden beams supported it from the middle, allowing many to oversee a part of the area with ease.

"Have you guys heard? Neighbors all around our town have been reporting more crimes as of late," said one of the guards, a male fiend. 

"Yeah."

"Shouldn't we be more careful then? Who knows if something will happen here." The question came from a young female fiend. Her hands held on to a club.

"Pfft, you should let loose a bit. Who would dare come here? Exactly, no one!" replied the male, purple skinned fiend.

"Nicolas' right. We should just drink a bit and enjoy our free time."

"See? Michael gets it! Let's drink, sister!"

The two fiends grabbed a wooden cup each and poured some liquid into them, to the woman's dismay. "You guys are really doing this?... Fuck it, I'll check up on Rodion."

"Don't try, he's sleeping."

She left the open structure and returned to her zone, dejected and tired. "And I'm supposed to learn from them…"

… Of course, Randall and Anne weren't close enough to hear the whole conversation. However, they did recognize the behavior of those two.

"They… Are they drinking during work hours??" asked Randall, who didn't even get a reply. His partner was too busy staring at the duo, absolutely dumbfounded.

"... I think you don't even need planning. These guys are idiots."

He couldn't help but agree with her, to some extent. "But is everyone as idiotic as those two?"

"You're not finding out if you keep standing here… Though, I'd bet that they are."

"Mind if I ask why?"

Anne's brown eyes remained almost fixated on the platform. "Only an idiot would keep his fellows in such a position… A statement that holds some truth to it, considering I've witnessed hundreds of similar instances when carrying out certain bounties."

Randall's interest piqued after hearing the last part, but he resigned. It wasn't the time for that sort of question.

Thus, the only remaining thing to do was deciding whether he'd set out or not. 

The two dudes, indifferent to their environment, kept drinking on the platform. Their clumsy movements led to one of them almost falling down, but he recomposed himself.

Then it happened again, and he wasn't so lucky.

"... I will go," muttered the scarf-faced Randall, as he took a couple steps out of the hiding spot. Only for Anne to yank him back in.

"Wh-"

Her hand shut his mouth tight, despite his silent attempts to resist her grip. Which stopped after hearing two blue-clad demons passing by.

"Huh, clowns be at it again."

"Hah, four sure."

….. The lavender hand's grip softened only after thirty seconds had passed.

"Try to be more careful next time. I want to make sure this investment of mine pays off."

A nod later, he went off.