[h3]Zerul City, the Drunken Dove[/h3]
Hearing and nodding her head at each of their answers, Violet finally threw up her hands and patted the air placatingly with both of them, offering them a smile. “Of course, of course, take all the time you need; it’s an open invitation that you can make your decision on whenever you want. It’s not like my sister and I are carrying around extra badges for recruitment in the field, anyway... not only would we have no idea which circle to assign you, but we don’t even have the authority to do so. We may belong to the sixth circle, but we’re really just hunters like everyone else.”
“You’ll need to visit one of our branch headquarters to join,” Rose creaked sullenly. “The closest one is in Fokon.”
Her sister nodded her agreement. “Yeah, just find someone there from the fourth circle or higher, and tell them that Violet and Rose invited you. Normally the deo’iel accepts pretty much anyone, as you know – Rose and I are living proof of that – but having our recommendation should make them take you a bit more seriously, at least.”
“I’d probably wait a week or so before going, though,” the masked sister pointed out grimly, “or chances are that you’ll get killed long before the Fixer has a chance to come back. I’m sure you’ve heard about the monster causing havoc in Nemhim. Trust me, if our suspicions are right, you won’t want to wear a deo’iel badge until that thing is gone... because if the higher-ups think what we think, chances are that there’ll be a [I]lot[/I] of deo’iel in Rodoria very soon, and most of them won’t make it back out alive.”