☀️ Arselia and Akonia

— No, you can go.

Beata cheerfully said goodbye and went out to Guyon, who was quite tired of leaning against the wall.
— So, what's up?
— There's a new job! I'll tell you about it on the way, let's go.
— Will I regret participating in this new job? — the young man asked sarcastically, barely keeping up with his partner/mistress as they headed for the exit.
— Oh, definitely! — Beata grinned, revealing all thirty-two of her teeth, and with a graceful turn, she opened the theater door and let her protégé out onto the street.
Once outside, the couple walked into the nearest alley, lowering their voices slightly.
— And what exactly will I have to regret? — Guyon began his interrogation.
— About firing one unfortunate director with a complete lack of taste... from this life, — Beata murmured the last words in Guyon's ear.
— Radical... This princess is an interesting person, — the young man grunted.
— Very interesting! — the girl grinned, — she loves to chat, she appreciates art...
— Are you... sure she won't betray us?
— I'm sure she will betray us. The question is, when? How would I know! So we need to be on our guard and betray her first, that's all!
— Like that merchant who paid us too generous an advance?
— No, not that much! I still value my reputation! ...usually.
— Ah, so like that mayor's assistant whom we betrayed by refusing to quietly die...
— That was a long time ago! My brilliant mind has been working even better since then!
— Wait, YOU HAVE A BRAIN?!
— Of course. What else do I need my head for, in your opinion?
— I always thought it was to pour alcohol into and to peek at me when I'm in the shower...
— I DIDN'T PEEK AT YOU IN THE SHOWER!
A random passerby at the end of the alley turned around in confusion at the shout. Beata waved angrily at him, telling him to mind his own business. The passerby obediently shrugged and disappeared around the corner under the condemning gaze of the adventuress. Making sure there were no more witnesses, Beata turned to Guyon.
— So, where were we... Oh yes! By the way, about the alcohol! I'm terribly hungry! Don't you want to eat?
— Well... a little, — Guyon admitted.
— And we need to find a place to stay. It's not a five-minute job, we'll have to hang out here for a while. Where's the map...
Beata rustled, pulling out a piece of paper.
— Ah, here! Look, "The Hearth" in the 69th district.
— Sounds like the name of a tavern. Should we go there?
— Let's go! I really want beer and meat!
— I wouldn't mind either.

The sweet couple heads to "The Hearth". On the way, Beata whistles a cheerful tune.