[center][h3]Neir — Slums[/h3][/center]
"Cassius... Got it," Meira responded, repeating the elf's name once before nodding her head and starting to continue back on her walk around the area. Hearing that her new companion wanted to ask about what she did, though... That was a novel experience in its own right. 

"Well, if you want to hear about what I do, then sure," the young woman replied, more than willing to explain her job to the man who had already made this day somewhat more interesting than it might have usually been. "Adventurers... Well, honestly, it wouldn't be too farfetched to call us mercenaries with a better reputation. We take jobs from whoever offers them, handle whatever they're asking for, and get paid using the guild as a middleman."


After waiting a moment to see what Cassius' reaction would her comments would be, if any, the catgirl would opt to elaborate a bit more on the role that she played. 

"In my case, most of the things I do involve things like culling the local monsters if they get too out of hand. I know a few teams like diving into dungeons for a chance at some rare treasure trying to strike it rich instead, but that greed could just as well leave someone for dead as it could bring them fortune."

There was a bit of a bitter tone that swam beneath her words, but Meira chose to pivot away from the matter and back towards Cassius and his experiences. 

"...Well, that aside... It sounds like wherever you're from is a lot safer than what I'm used to, so it must've been some wild misfortune to bring you [i]here[/i], of all places. Mind if I asked what you used to do, or is that something you'd prefer to keep to yourself?"

[@ERode]
[hr][center][h3]??? — Mosslit Cavern[/h3][/center]

For all the concern that the group had over the possibility of the room being laden with traps, the fact that the chest cracked open without so much as a hint of an explosion or it being some sort of monster would be thoroughly... Unnecessary. The rusted lock of the chest would easily crack and give way under the pressure and the [i]slightest[/i] show of force from the half-elf, and the top of the container would pop open without any sort of fanfare.

Upon further inspection, the box would appear to have a flute carved of a white-green stone of some sort and left covered in a soft fur pelt of some variety.

The nature of either object was still unknown, of course, but inspecting the interior of the box would make it clear that there was no sort of trick, magical or otherwise, lying in wait.

[@Crusader Lord][@Thunder999999][@Crimson Paladin][@Expendable]