(https://i.imgur.com/vwtL5pp.jpg)<br/><strong>Lucienne Del Bosque (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289982.msg14243647#msg14243647)<br/>Warehouse Backroom<br/>Tag: DM, Ig</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Lucienne couldn't help but smirk at the old man's words, turning her attention towards him. She'd learned the price of arrogance, but she knew just as well the risk of uncertainty. To charge into battle with the undead, one had to believe they could win. To doubt yourself in the midst of combat was to embrace the cold grasp of death. Her only verbal response was to say, "They will learn to fear me, old man. They will learn."<br/><br/>Her attention turned back to the goblin after that, rather shamelessly eyeing her rump as it was stuck out in the course of responding to the old man's reprimand. Once she'd earned a reply from the old man, the monster hunter sought to reclaim her attention. That smirk remained on her face as she replied to the goblin's previous words towards her, "Suppose my business is fair enough. The world's got no shortage of things that go bump in the night. Most folks aren't really equipped to handle that sort of stuff. When there's an infestation of undead at the local graveyard, or werewolves preying on livestock and farmer alike... Well, that's when folks are in dire need of someone like me."<br/><br/>She hadn't been deaf to the worried note the goblin's words carried with them, however. With a quiet chuckle, she reached out, almost seeming as though she were considering grabbing the goblin's backside, but in the end, she opted for something involving less sexual harassment, placing her hand on the shorter woman's shoulder, adding, "Lest you worry, I've no mind to hunt goblins, so long as they're not bothering folks. Least of all one so cute as yourself. My work pits me mostly against the undead, truth be told. They're my speciality, not goblins."