Chatting to kill time
"...how fucking long will it take him to return...? Fuck..."
The black-haired elven woman cursed, looking up and down the empty street nervously.
"Haa... I don't know but if you won't shut up and stop complaining I will reconsider my opinion about you and knock you out."
The red-haired girl glared at her and raised her baseball bat scepter threateningly, making the mage huddle up her shoulders defensively although it felt like the black-haired elf simply chose to complain in a hushed voice instead of actually shutting up.
"Lairs... I expected you to act a bit different because now you know about your curse and it is active, but seriously - I am using a detection skill to figure stuff out so you don't worry so could you really stop complaining like a spoiled baby?"
"...!"