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— Hey guys, wouldn't you want to join the city guard? — asked the aristocrat to the griffin couple after their sweaty session.
— Hmm, I'm not sure. Right now, we're working for the "Golden Griffin," which is our mercenary organization. We don't have any assignments right now, but they could appear at any moment, who knows... If this doesn't conflict with our training at "Titan," then, of course, it's a good offer. It's real work for a fighter, that's for sure!
They'll hit you on the head with a stick and drag you into slavery. There's a matriarchy on the rise in this country, if you haven't noticed, so be quiet, citizen, in this federation.
I'm just kidding. And besides, Mirastir likes the matriarchy.