"..."

Alette sighed again.

"You really want me to screw my employer over, don't you?" she complained, folding her arms. After a few moments, where she looked more annoyed then anything as far as Fanilly could tell, she let out a sigh. "It's dangerous. I'm not going to pretend to know what it is, but it's dangerous. My employer said so."

She twirled her spear and planted the tip in the ground.

"Black, some kind of metal shard," she continued, "We were told to avoid touching it directly if we could, but that it probably wouldn't do much but burn a little if we had to grab it. But we were also told to try and avoid holding onto it if we could."

She folded her arms, narrowing her eyes in annoyance.

"There, you fucking happy?"

After a few moments, Fanilly took a deep breath.

"What did your employer want this shard for?" she asked. That description... she swore that she'd heard about something like it at one point. But what? Right now, in the midst of all this, it was hard to recall.

"Fufufu, cute," Alette commented, her grin returning, "My employer hasn't betrayed me, I won't betray them. But I won't blame you, cute stuff. I don't think you think of it as asking me to betray my employer. Even if I knew exactly why, I wouldn't say."