Peter
*Watching Idrid throw the two bodies at him, he didn't hesitate to let them both drop on the ground. Only to take his time picking them up and holding them over his shoulders. Once again, his silence from the lizard carried over his disrespect. He didn't acknowledge his words because he seen the Lizard as nothing but a walking, talking, wild dino. Going out from where he made the hole. Zenoral would waste time moving towards the Rendezouvs point by leaping from tree branch to tree branch to ease up on time. It was better than just running there on the ground.*
Anthony
*Squish.*

*What was that? Arthur expected to hear the shattering of his spell as he hit the hardened ground, but instead, he landed in something soft. Well, he thinks its soft, but in reality, it was more rubbery if anything else. Was it some convenient patch if grass? Doubtful, mostly because of an odious, putrid smellnthat wafted in on a gentle breeze into Arthur's nostrils. He took a quick whiff, then felt his mouth go sick with the smell of rotting flesh. He looked down on where he was, and sure enough, he was smack dab in the middle of a mountain of bodies. Most likely, they were either bodies from the guards, but seeing that they were more or less decomposing, it was more probable that the bodies were from the bodies of the bands of mercenaries he had scouted before breaking into the town. Disgusting... He would probably smell like a dead body for a good couple of days now. He'd probably have to go bathe in a bathouse or something, preferably one that didn't know of his criminal record.*

*It was a good thing that he held onto the target with the both of his hands. The nugget of a man still lay unconscious within his arms - a phrase that could be taken in various different ways, he soon thought to himself. Slowly getting up, carefully making sure to hold onto the man so that he doesn't disappear within the pile of bodies that the walls presented, Arthur attempted to wade his way through the disgusting overabundance of corpses, occasionally stepping on something that either snapped, cracked, or got smushed together with a rather unpleasant noise. One even made him shudder slightly with how displeasing the sound was. Anyway, once he got away from the village, he would find that he was met with a flood of village inhabitants rushing out of the town, the guards not being able to stop their sudden outburst. It was to be expected though; most rational people don't want to burn to death.*

*This meant that he could blend in with the crowd, could it not? It was still night time, and the only source of light were the guards' torches, and of course, the blazing flame that was what remained of the town in the background. As the mob dashed away from the town, Arthur quickly dashed across it, using it to get to the other side of the crowd. From there, he could see where they had first began the mission, and also where he had left his bag. He quickly put his sights on that area, then proceeded to dash on over to it as fast as he possibly could. He could see two other figures running to the same direction; most likely Idrid, and that arrogant bastard Zenoral. At this point, Zenoral was only a mild inconvenience to him, and didn't bother the kitsune as much as it did before, though he still got annoyed with how the Macen treated him. Oh well.*
Yolanda
Once they all arrived, there was silence. Was she really here? It took much longer for her to appear. Maybe she got caught. That would indeed me troublesome. But nope, she hopped down from the tree yet again. The audible thud of her smacking the ground as she approaches the group. In her hand she had... 3 Leather pouches. They were obviously full of something thin and cylindrical. Kind a like a coin! 

She grinned at them, her crimson red eyes glowing in the dark as they reflected the light from the glorious, oh so glorious, fires. She always hated that village. It wasn't clear why. 

"Ah yes, you all escaped alive. And burned down the village. Bonus marks for that. No more issues from them anymore eh?"

She said, calmly approaching the group, checking the vitals of all their captured. Alive... Alive... And drum rolllllll! Alive. She grinned. Oh she was going to have hell of a time... Making an example of them. 

A new addition to her kit was... Well, a very very course whip. Interesting. 

Anyways, she dropped the 3 leather pouches on the ground, a loud CHINK as they slapped the ground. Definitely some good money

"I trust you will be able to split this amongst yourselves. As per agreement, 600 per live capture. 3 captures so you have 1800 Silver to split. Now if you don't mind, I would like the Captives now"

She said, reaching out her open hand to... Retrieve all of the men. She didn't wait, just grabbing the people... Tying a cord around their chest and... Well, dragging them to the forest! 

```Rewards: 
3x 600s 
3x Leather Pouches
1.5 pp```
Anthony
*Arthur would instinctively pick up one of the coin pouches, looking in at what would apparently be 600 silver within. If he were to be honest, he would much rather have had it come in gold rather than silver, since it was less fore the same amount of value, but he wouldn't complain. He would take the silver pouch, then stride on over to his backpack, combining the coins from the new pouch into the one he kept as his 'wallet.' He needed this most definitely; he was running low on funds. Speaking of funds...*

"Hey, Lady. Do you think we can get extra coin for taking down the entirety of the village? We did do way more than what you asked for, anyway. How about a bonus? You know, for going above and beyond? Please?"
Yolanda
She looked at him... With a rather sadistic and... Terrifying look. She was grinning, but her Blood Red eyes and pale skin didn't help her image. Neither did the darkness and ambient lighting of flames in the background. 

"No~"

She said, flatly denying him the extra coin. And like that, she disappeared into the forest, those 3 men never to be seen again.
Anthony
"Well, it was worth a shot."

*He then proceeded to pick up his backpack, slinging it around his shoulder. He didn't want to stay here more than he needed to, lest any complications were to occur, so he quickly packed up and disappeared into woods.*
Peter
*Zenoral took a moment to stare at the pouch of silver. Slowly walking to take the pouch into his hand to weight it out. His eyes slowly mirroring into it. Turning towards the Vampire. He would simply speak out to him.*

`"Open your pouch for a second."`
Yolanda
```QUEST IS COMPLETE YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY``` 🎊
Anthony
*Arthur paused for a moment, hearing a voice call out to him from where he was standing just a couple of moments ago. He could tell that someone was staring him down, most likely Zenoral or Idrid. To be frank, he didn't want anything else to do with them; he wanted to leave the scene as fast as he could so that the authorities couldn't catch up to him. However, he was stopped by the mention of his pouch. Recognizing the voice, it came from that macen, Zenoral. By the gods, what did he want? Sighing and hanging his head down for a second, he whipped it back up, looking Zenorak in the eye with a stern expression, speaking out to him in a flat voice while nonchalantly opening his money pouch.*

"Well? What do you want?"
Peter
*Zenoral would untie his pouch to suddenly dump every last dime that was given to him as a reward right back into the Vampires pouch. Before keeping the leather pouch. He would only tie the empty part of it aside before he would soon look back at the vampire. His face unlike before seeming to show some seriousness.*

`"Power will get you far, but don't be careless and change in head first into situations. Time and effort is better spent moving effectively. Rather than by instinct. Good day."`
Anthony
*Huh. Well, that was something, wasn't it? He now had 1200 pieces of silver in his pouch, which he wouldn't object to. As he watched Zenoral dump out the contents of his coin pouch into Arthur's own, he caught a glint of seriousness within his eyes that was present, a gaze which was drastically different from when he had berated Idrid and himself before. Arthur found that he would stiffen up as if his father were speaking to him, since those stern gazes were the one parallel he had noticed between his father and Zenoral. He took the money, tying his pouch closed, staring Zenoral in the eye before turning his back towards the two of them. Without a word, he would walk to the edge of the forest, but then raise his hand as a gesture of goodbye.*
Douglas
*Picking up the silver pouch, the coins jingling inside, Idrid felt somewhat annoyed that the Oni would get the same amount as the rest of them did. Until he gave it all to Artoria. Well. He doesn't mind that, he's far stronger anyway. Listening to Zenoral speak, however, he thought differently. Sometimes, instinct -was- the most effective way. It's why animals survive, and can hunt or escape. He decided whether or not to confront the Oni, but decided not to. Best not waste energy when it's not needed. With that, he walked off into the forest, different direction than Artoria of course.*
Peter
*Zenoral only kept himself there for a little while afterwards. The pale color of white pretty much adorning his body. The Oni lacked individuality through color, since most of his features, if not all were the same tint of color. The Oni had no words for Idrid, since he could see that the lizard wasn't worth his time. If anything, it was best that they don't cross paths. Since Zenoral would more then likely be capable of fighting off the guy in the first place. He had things he needed to do, so he took his leave. No worse spent on things he had no correlation with. The Oni would soon enough shift his form into that of his Macen version. Before heading off into the wilderness. Who knows where his next destination could be.*