While most were really out of the house being busy and doing their own thing, Mirius was in their home baking cookies and planning other foods for whenever the others got home to eat. She was trying to treat every day for her mates and family as a special one, wanting to make them treats and make them feel loved. Although, she wasn't expecting anyone else to show up until she heard someone speaking.

She'd yip in surprise and turn around seeing it was her daughter, Amaia, standing there looking like she was a little geared up to be doing something. "For the All Mother's sake, girl, don't freaking sneak up on me like that." Mirius said as she worked on calming down. "The outfit? Oh, uhm... uh... long story... I wear it for more reasons than just for him." she replied before turning around and watching the cookies for a few minutes waiting for them to finish up. She was also wanting to avoid all the reasons of why she was wearing the outfit, but she was probably going to need to explain it at some point later. "Amaia, I'm going to go ahead and assume your gun is in that case. The backpack probably containing ammo and other... supplies for combat. What exact trouble are you about to cause? Because we really don't need more crap that to go on around here." she said a bit frankly.

her eyes did wander back over to Amaia keeping an eye on her and maybe waiting for her response. Another question did pop up in her head to add, "And... why are you here in Rhy'Din? If your dad kicked you out of the house then I'll kick his teeth in. I know he's joked about it before, but it's something he does not want to be serious with when it comes to my kids."

Mirius let out a long sigh hearing her daughter. It felt like it was going to be a long talk about what her girl was wanting to do. She'd put on some oven mitts and would open the oven to take the tray of cookies out and set them on the counter to cool. She'd put more into the oven to cook, closing it again and setting the oven mitts to the side for now on the counter. She was thinking hard on how to even respond to her daughter's intentions. Mirius turned around and leaned against the counter with crossed arms. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised." she said gently, "You are my daughter after all." she said with a gentle smile. She did give another sigh though "Amaia, I'm glad you're not getting into the god-fighting business, but things aren't simply just good and bad in the lives of just...regular folks. I know you've been practicing on those around in Aribius' world, but doing it in a real world is far different. There's consequences, there's so many gray areas of what really goes on. There is just too much, girl." She said.

She'd pause a moment, thinking of an example in her life and how to explain things to her daughter. Then she thought of one and continued, "When I came to Rhy'Din, I helped wage war with war-monger named Igneous. After killing people, doing sabotage, hurting a lot of folks I eventually found myself cornered and with an orphan that I later adopted. A woman named Ammy came along and even though I was the enemy she gave me a chance to change. Even after I took her hostage at first, taking advantage of her vulnerability. She showed me I could continue without leading down a chaotic path that was likely going to end up with me being dead. I took that cchance after she helped me, I released her of being hostage and we got to know each other. After a while... we became lovers, helped raise a family together and get a nice home."

"I suppose what I'm saying is, Amaia, I've seen what you do when you hunt down bad people. You shoot them in the head. You don't leave room for mercy. Granted, that is in Aribius' world, but that's where the problem exists. It's a different world. If you do that here you could get a lot of enemies, you could derive people from second chances of becoming better in life like myself. You say you want to get out of a fabricated life, but are you really prepared for that? To take actual lives where people don't come back? And knowing how you act against rules often, I take it you're going to do this while not aligning yourself with a police force, yes? Because we have security here in the Den and there's officers in Rhy'Din that do their best to stop bad people and they don't kill everyone they see." She gave Amaia a very serious look and spoke to her firmly trying to enforce she was not joking about the situation. She knows she couldn't stop the young woman from doing what she wanted. She was becoming an adult and she could only control to a small extent, but she was at least going to be a proper mother and advise her and try to get her to realize the seriousness of the situation.

Her arms remained crossed as she listened to Amaia. She had to admit the girl was at least thinking things and planning ahead and not going into things blind. She felt a little better knowing that. She never really thought one of her kids would ever follow her trails of fighting people, though. This circumstance was definitely letting her know how Ammy felt when it came to Myrlene. Deep down though she was feeling rather happy her daughter wanted to do things like her. It felt like she was being a mother that truly made her daughter feel loved, except for the fact her daughter seemed rather happy in wanting to take people out. It almost disturbed her, but she wasn't surprised by anything in this family more.

When Amaia stopped speaking, Mirius would lean over and give her daughter a long, gentle hug. "You really do have your mind set on this, don't you?" she said with a smile and nuzzled her daughter's ears. "Firstly, I'd like to say we do have shops that are in Rhy'Din city itself. Yes, we could easily handle any idiots, but idiots coming in the first place can be bad for business you know. " she chuckled softly.

She'd let go of her daughter and turned around checking the cookies a moment. As they got cooler, she'd get a small container and began putting the cookies into the container, but she did speak as she worked not wanting to miss a minute in handling the food. "I can't say I've ever gone into the profession of being a... vigilante, Amaia. I think that's what you're aiming for by the way. Although, I think I know someone can help you My uncle Orion is head of DFLEA... yes, I know, get all the giggles out. Anyways, I'll give you some directions on heading there. Should be on duty there today if I recall right. He's well into fighting crime and isn't shy himself when it comes to putting some bad people six feet under. Of course, like you said, even DFLEA can't go shooting up all bad guys. They have to show they're civil people, show a system is in place."

She'd close the container once she was done putting in a few dozen cookies. She'd hold up a finger for Amaia to wait and she'd leave the room a moment, then came back with some sticky notes, paper and pen. "I think I'll let you talk to him about this all. Also, don't worry, he's not going to jail you over anything. You're family and if you've seen the things Ammy and I have gotten away with... good enough to give that old wolf several heart attacks. Then again, he's not surprised at how wild we are." she giggled. She'd write down a lovely note on the sticky notes and stick one to the closed plastic container with the cookies with it having a heart sign and saying from Mirius on it. She'd then take the paper and began drawing and writing some simplistic directions and a rough map of where to go in the city. She knew the city well though, so it didn't take her long to draw up the little map.

She'd then hand the container, note and map to her. "Take these. Cookies are for the DFLEA office. I sometimes make treats for the officers there. Let's 'em know they're still appreciated. Here's a map to DFLEA as well, with street names and all." She'd look to her daughter some more, a bit proud of her although a little worried at the same time. "Amaia, I know you'd do this stuff even if I said no, but the only things I'm going to ask of you is to please, please be careful, sweetie. And please talk to Orion. He may be old, but he's very understanding and reasonable. If you go causing trouble instantly it'd make him quite mad and probably come screaming at us. So, him knowing what you may do will help him greatly. Heck, he might even have some cases for you to solve or something. Just, please, visit him first before you do anything."

"That's pretty much it," Mirius replied with a smile, "And it stands for Den Fang Law Enforcement Agency. Don't make any flea jokes around Orion or he'll kick your butt. Just because you are my kid doesn't mean he won't do it. " he said with a grin and a chuckle. "But, yes, just tell him what you plan on doing. Even suggest that you want to talk with him in private or something. He's not one shy for a conversation. As to the weapons, keep them in your case and don't go walking around with it. I'll text him mentioning you'll be carrying a weapon with you. That way, people at the department will know what to expect ahead of time."

"Now, if you'll excuse me, I do need to go do some chores around the house. Things to wash, clothes to fold up, some vacuuming.. At least before kids and my mates get home. Want the place nice and clean for them." she said with a smile and hugged Amaia once more and ruffled her ears and went to leave the room and turned back to her with a grin, "By the way, sweetie, you forgot your sword. I noticed it's not with you. Off to a great start on fighting crime." she did stick her tongue out at her daughter playfully before waving to her and leaving the room finally to go about her chores in the home.

A slim, well groomed, smoke gray Siamese Felinae in red paneled DFLEA uniform with blue accents and gold trim. His green eyes focused on Amaia for a few moments as she spoke to him. You are looking for Commissioner Orion Wolf? Let me see where he is at this moment. Just have a seat here at my desk." He pulled out a radio and set the frequency to channel 13.

*Thumper, Thumper, this is the Farm. What is your 10-20 and is Valkyrie with you?*

A span of four seconds of static pop and hiss a gruff voice came over the radio.

*Farm, this is Thumper and Valkyrie. We are on the bunny trail, but no field mice to bop heads on. We are returning to the farm.*

The Felinae responded. *10-4 Thumper. Be advised you have someone waiting for you here with your usual delivery.*

*Sugarbutt is there today?* . . . crackle hiss, faint other voice on the radio, *Thumper watch how you talk about my mother.* . . . crackle hiss, *Cool it Valkyrie.*

The Felinae chuckled just a little. *Uh, correction, Thumper, it is not Mirius Spiritor that is here. It is, uhm, well, the note and the person says she's a daughter of Mirius Spiritor.*

Static for a few more seconds.

*Show her to my office, Lieutenant Keeker. Get her anything she needs. ETA 15 minutes and I'll be there. Thumper and Valkyrie out.*

Lieutenant Keeker switched off the radio. He looked to Amaia. "Seems Commissioner Wolf and Lieutenant Wolf-Spiritor are out in the field on some Lupinossai Glade Marshall business. Let's get you comfy in his office while you wait. My name is Jim Keeker, Felinae, Lieutenant of DFLEA, Dispatch, and you are?" He stood and leaned over the desk to offer her a handshake then would lead her through the offices to Orion's office door.

"It is nice to meet you Amaia. It's okay if you don't want to pick a last name. It's kind of common in this city. Some of the residents like to leave them behind or pick new ones. Last names carry a lot of heavy family baggage some days." Jim said to Amaia as he let her into Orion's office.

The office was paneled in light yellow oak wood and carpeted with navy blue shag. A large, sturdy redwood desk took up the back half of the office with a battered looking wooden chair with worn stuffed leather padding. Traces of claw marks on it showed the often nervous ticks that prior commissioners had during their tenure at DFLEA. Two new leather chairs sat before the desk and a worn but decent tan cloth couch that could pull out into a bed rounded out the furnishings. A ceiling fan was clicking away as it ran.

Several black shelves decorated the walls on both sides of a large bay window overlooking the Myrlene Youth Park. On the shelves were framed pictures of Orion with his wife Sari and their five children as well as various pictures of him with Ammy, Myrlene, Fleet and a few others in the family and some of him and Mirius on a shooting range.

Book shelves lined the walls on either side of the door with various Lupinossai books and several of the newer Lupe Law books. A large, steel gray fridge was in the back left corner of the office near the desk. Behind the desk was a display cabinet with locking sliding glass doors that displayed a very well used Mosin-Nagant Russian sniper rifle, the walnut stock was heavily scored with X's showing kills made and not a blank space was left on it. Bellow the rifle were two gold plated Desert Eagles, .50 caliber and they each had a soul gem set into the hand grip. Both guns appeared solid with no moving parts.

"Go ahead and have a seat if you want. I am sure there is plenty to eat and drink in the fridge if you want. Commissioner Wolf is a mean cook when he's not on duty. As for the lingo, it's a bit of a new procedure lately due to some joint operations were doing with other cities. We are trying to break some severe drug rings so our agents are using nursery rhymes often to throw off anyone listening.

The other agent with him is Lieutenant Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor. I believe she is like a god-greatniece to him or something. He's like an adoptive uncle to her mother Ammy Spiritor or something. It's hard to tell with the resident 'Spiritor' family and how their family try ends or begins. Now as to the, uhm, nickname your mother has acquired. I'm afraid to either confirm or deny it Amaia. Your mom does have a temper and she's wicked good on the range. Speaking of shooting ranges, what are you packing in the case? SMG? Shotty?" Jim asked with simple curiosity.

"Sniper rifle. You like being a long range kind of girl. Kind of neat. Commissioner Wolf could get you a few leads on some good gun smiths in town." Jim said with a grin.

Soon the door opened as voices spilled in. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. Another damn dead end. Maybe we're pushing too hard in the country sides Myrlene. Pull back maybe and see if the drug dealers relax and start popping up again? You hear anymore from Captain Ravenlock over in 27th Division?" A 7 foot tall, solidly built Erthrii Lupinossai in the red DFLEA uniform with blue accents and gold detail took off a pair of goggles and a helmet to show platinum hair pulled back tight into a pony tail to allow the helmet to fit. His right blue eye showed intense wisdom, his left eye covered in an eye patch of black leather. Jet black fur on his face was just starting to show the traces of old silver creeping in.

His partner was a comedic contrast. A short Airii, 3 feet tall, female, wearing the same DFLEA uniform, except she had wings with metallic black colored feathers, purple fur and crystal blue eyes. Her crimson hair was vibrant and in a tight braid down to her waist. She too had a pair of goggles tucked into a helmet held under her left arm. She had to crane her head up to look at Orion as she spoke. "Yeah, I agree. We've been keeping the druggies running scared lately in the Den and in the country side which is good, but well not good. We can't get to the roots and I am running out of time this week to help out Uncle. I got more shifts back with Morry and over at prospect site for my kingdom. As to the 27th Division, right now is not a good time to bug them boss. Things are shifting around some. A restructure with their staff. I mean they are still playing ball, but they have a lot on their plates too. Their new acting captain, a Hope Jubal is aware to keep us in the loop if Brimstone pops up on the radar in Rhy'Din city. Until then, we sit tight and keep working our end."

Orion grunted a bit. He had yet to meet the 27th Division and hearing that the group that was joining forces on this common ground threat was going through some growing pains was a little disturbing. Then again, he knew any hunting pack did have to make allowances for new hunters to replenish veterans that were thinning out.

He saw Jim and Amaia in the office and smiled. "So you must be Amaia, Sugarbutt's daughter." Orion chuckled. "I'm Orion Wolf, Commissioner and leader of this motley crew of officers called DFLEA and this Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, a friend and adopted great niece. She's a consultant for me on joint case. Mirius said you were bringing cookies. That woman knows how to keep us uppity males from getting too rowdy here at the office." He'd move to the fridge and open it.

"Stay Jim. May as well enjoy a break. The front desk was thin on 'crazy' as we walked by." He tossed a bottle of beer to Myrlene, Jim, Amaia and he took one for himself. He'd take a seat in his chair behind the desk and Myrlene took the other chair by the desk leaving Jim to enjoy the couch. "So, Amaia, your mom gave me a bit of a heads up that you have some questions for me possibly regarding you doing some 'freelance justice' work." Orion chose his wording carefully and sipped his beer.

Jim chuckled hearing Amaia and did give her sword a full glance when she tapped it. "Well you have a dose of moxy then to get spattered with someone else's blood. I'd rather sit behind a desk and assist someone with a problem." Jim said to her very honestly.

Hearing and seeing Orion and Myrlene enter the office, Jim snapped to attention and threw them both a sharp salute for a second or two then relaxed as Orion addressed Amaia and went to the fridge. Jim accepted the tossed beer and took a seat on the couch and gave a nod of thanks for the break.

Myrlene returned Jim's salute briefly, a form of habit from both DFLEA and Morry. She took the remaining open seat in front of the desk by Amaia and caught her beer. Crystal blue eyes were burning a bit as they studied the bunny girl intensely and she felt some intense burning pains flair for a second in her mind remembering some things she never discussed with anyone in the family beyond Yaji'is and Aribius. Hearing that this girl was a child from Mirius and seeing that scarlet power in her made Myrlene sharply uncomfortable. She did her best to not let it show and kept her fur smooth and ears relaxed. The muted effect upon the power was noted so she took some comfort knowing that Mirius and Yajiis weren't just letting lethal ankle biters just roaming around unchecked. She sipped her beer a moment before speaking to Amaia. "I can be dangerous." Myrlene said with little tone in her voice, a lot of unsaid things in that sentence.

"Myrlene, play nice or I spank you in front of Jim and give you meter maid duty for the rest of the year." Orion said in a stern tone that allowed no talk back. He looked to the cookies, opened the container, sniffed them and closed the lid with an approving nod. He put his solitary blue gaze on Amaia and listened to her now. He watched her assemble her .22 caliber sniper rifle in front of his desk and listened to her outline her mission statement and ideals. He took several swigs of his beer and his ears twitched a bit as he gave a lot of careful thoughts to what this girl was saying and perhaps thinking of ways to strap Mirius to a train track to be run over but knowing his luck, she'd live and have more kids to show up with more toys in his office. At least she had warned him and sent cookies. Damn that bitch, she was getting too good at this game.

"Yes. I could do with less stress after a century of being in wars, renegade assaults, slavery wars and wars against monsters and deities in this damn realm. So you want to hand out justice to people 'you' perceive as 'evil' because 'they' kill people for fun, for sport, to have a good time. People that enslave others that make other people miserable that 'you' feel are purely evil . . ." Orion said.

Myrlene began to speak and he held up a finger. "Myrlene. My office. My domain. My district. My jurisdiction. Keep your deity morality to yourself. You are family and count yourself lucky that I still consider you and Ammy family or I'd have you all in jail or worse for all the trouble your deity family has brought even if it was intended for good. Everything has consequences." Orion said.

He looked back to Amaia. "Don't take what I just said the wrong way either. I know young people are often faster to react than they are to think. Most of the 'guidelines' you gave me to base your decision on who is really evil is superficial. How do you really know these people are 'evil' and deserve a permanent hole to the brain bucket? Do you know if they are acting on their own will? Are they controlled? Coerced? Forced or payed to do it? Just because they are in a cult does not mean they all deserve death that follow that cult. I'd like to hear a bit more about how you intend to discern who gets to live or die when you are out there aiming that rifle, and by the way, it's not the size of the rifle that counts. It's what's behind your eyes looking down that scope. That Mosin-Nagant up there doesn't have the kill count on it because I could squeeze the trigger with ease. I've made peace with each face I've shot and I know my number is going to be punched one day, just like yours will be when you start down this path. So let's talk a bit more about how you plan to do things, though I have someone else you should meet as well. He's my second in command, Tyris and helps me run things you could say above and below the tables of law."

Orion pulled out his phone, flipped it open and sent a text to Tyris to see him in his office at DFLEA HQ as soon as possible.

Orion leaned back hearing Amaia and his brows beetled making arches over his blue eye and leather eye patch. The girl was putting in some heavy jabs at the old Lupe as well as the Laws of Den City and how their system worked. Orion was very quiet as he listened to her explain things more and even outlining things with her example of a drunken mate beating his wife, jailed, released and out to beat her again as well as kill her with a gun bought off of the black market. Orion put his hands together and steepled his fingers, staring at Amaia more like a very wise predator that was about spring and snap the neck on a youngling prey too foolish to know better.

Myrlene was sensing her uncles unease and stayed silent and sipped more at her beer. She didn't know Amaia, being a new family member recently met, so sticking her neck out for the girl was a bit beyond her mood at the moment. Jim was sensing the Lupes were get cagey and the Felinae was starting to get fluffed a bit. He was eyeing the office door, making sure he had a clear route of escape if the old Lupe went off his rocker.

Orion was no fool, he could see Myrlene and Jim tensing from his own agitation that Amaia was producing in him. This would not do, no it would not. He could not go off half cocked on this child. Too many issues and backlashes would happen if he did. So, once she was done explaining things as he had asked her to, he took a deep breath, let it out and rubbed his forehead a moment. He opened the container of cookies, took one out and pushed it to Amaia then took one for himself. He took a bite or two out of his as he chewed mentally on what she had said and was trying to grind apart the urge to smack the kid across the room.

"Okay, I can clearly see you are cut from your mothers bloodline with that mouth of yours. Can't do much about that. Bitch is inherited not taught. Now then. Thank you for explaining some things. Let me point some things out now. I may be a century old, but that is not elderly for an Erthrii; I am not senile either. Now if I thought all young people were idiots, Jim over there wouldn't be hired. He is only 15 and is an officer of DFLEA. Age has nothing to do with maturity, it is how a person is raised and shaped by their environment. Obviously, by how you have lived and your obvious parents and the family associated with them, I can only hazard to guess you are proficient in a lot of military training as well as have enough indoctrination to be an upright, outstanding model of an efficient serial killer just like Myrlene over there. Keep quiet Lene.

The fact you come from your mother and your father is why I have certain issues and questions because I know of them, I know of their history and of the disasters they leave behind them. The fact you come from anyone even associated with Ammy Spiritor raises a red flag that I should allow you to be weaponized without a constant watch. I don't know you. You are considered an unknown value in how things function in this city. That said, this is not meant to be personal and it is nothing against you; all people start from zero at some point. Calibration is what they call it.

From what you have explained, though, I feel at least you have competence in being able to back up the reasons why you chose a target to eliminate should you ever find yourself in a position of being captured by mistake by one of my officers. Don't try to deny it. As you said it yourself, we all make mistakes and we all get caught sometimes. So, you would know how you plan to follow your example criminal and would have no problem in a court of law if you were caught and arrested for murdering a man that never pulled the trigger, never shooting the woman and the only crime being aggravated assault with a deadly weapon. Does the man deserve to die? Yes, he does once found guilty by review in court and shown to the public that he has repeatedly shown violent tendencies and drug abuse. Had he shot the woman and killed her on the spot, he'd be dead to rights, right there. Our laws do not allow murderers to live. You kill, you are killed on the spot, no questions, no trial, no court, it's a blood law.

What you outlined Amaia in your example is 'precognitive' and 'what-if' justice. Yes, the man did beat his wife, was arrested and she was put into protection and he has a record now. He's in the system. He'd be watched along with all the other criminals we monitor and watch. This would include Tyris' people tracking him and denying him buying a weapon. Tyris is helping me keep people from making stupid mistakes of their lives. Then again, lets say he gets the gun outside of Den City and still goes to harass his wife he found again. Anyone with a restraining order has a tracking bead planted in them to go off anytime they get near a victim wearing a special bracelet. That goes off, an officer is there in a matter of minutes. So say, the bracelet isn't worn, working the 'what-if' logic here. So he's there, beating her up, drunk, has a gun in his hand. You're somewhere watching this all going on. At any point you could call, could alert, could take him down in a non-lethal fashion and get him put in jail for good with a higher chance of death penalty, but you instead are going to wait until he points the gun at her and is about to pull the trigger? What if he doesn't pull the trigger? Hesitates? Changes his mind? What if you nail him and he never shot her? In this city, that makes you a murderer Amaia. Premeditated murder due to stalking, following and killing instantly. So if you were caught, you'd be the one getting gunned down.

That is just one possibility of things going wrong. What if you shoot him and he had buddies that found you and somehow subdue you? Rape you? Torture you and kill you? It may not go wrong. You may do very well. Again, not calling you dumb but you are playing with the fate of someone's life, not just the person you're killing but the victim as well as anyone related to the person you killed. Granted, letting him shoot her and kill her is not a perfect solution either. I don't like it, you don't like it, sometimes it is how life is. Evil is evil. But here is another thought. You stop him, what about the other several dozen drunks killing their wives or kids that you didn't stop that night? Then what? I am not bursting bubbles here, I just want to fill you in on how things work here in the real world and not wherever you got your training from. And before you bring up any crap god powers about knowing intent and that the person was going to kill the other person, don't. Many people in this city hate gods and hate mages. Start using that power and reasoning for your shootings and you'll have people trying to kill all mages and gods in our city because they can't stand someone with all that power doing something more than a mortal can do."

Orion leaned back and sighed, looking a little more aged. "Look kid. You have some good intentions. I admire it. I was like you and that life chewed me up and spit me out like left over zot-zot hide. It cost me an eye, a daughter and a wife. And that was back when it was a clear line of 'I am such and such faction and you are such and such faction, let's fight'. If it wasn't for Myrlene's damn step brother causing a coup and putting in his messed up laws, I'd be with you, using my rifle and happily shooting evil people in the city, but now these days, the lines of good and evil have blurred so much. And yes. Your mother has a lot of good points about how crappy the justice system runs and how some things don't work well here. We try our best to improve them, but it's not because of people panicking over going back to Spiritor rule. If it was Spiritor rule, your whole family would be dead Amaia. So would mine. So would half of the city. Mages would be citizens and everyone else indentured slaves. What we do is not that bad, but we do have to give people we catch due process to explain their actions and give them help if possible. If the person isn't able to change or be helped, then we must take a permanent action.

Half of our troubles is we often get people visiting from other areas of Rhy'din. So their ideas of right and wrong is that laws don't apply to them. It's a throbbing nightmare. If you think our city is trouble, step into Rhy'Din City. There, they have no laws like we have. They allow their people to rule by mobs, have their way and their government has no bite. You kill someone there, you may get away Scott free or have the whole town aiming to kill you. Here, it's a bit easier to sort things out. Speaking of your mother though, if she keeps yapping that muzzle of hers, I may have to visit that house and arrest her. She and Ammy and the rest of that family are only free because of a governor pardon that can be overturned if we have cause. Even Myrlene here is sitting on a thin line of free or arrested according to our laws. Most of the time, we just try not to add more headaches to our collective pain as is.

Now then, this is just covering the legal side of the table Amaia. If you do your vigilante work in this city, you'll be running into Tyris, my second in command. This city and Fang Wood city are his turf for black market and the underground. He has a lot of good people that do shady things. You may end up sniping one of his people which would land us both in hot water." he said to her. "Then again, if you were to, I don't know, have a communicator with a full scanner for all frequencies and maybe do a quick check in with us or tap our database to double check criminal records it may help some eyes to turn the other way." Orion said, trying to be helpful, somewhat.

Myrlene finished her beer and stared at her uncle. "So you still hate us all that much, Uncle? After all we did for the city?"

Orion shot Myrlene a hard stare. "Half of what you did for the city wouldn't be needed if you didn't do other things to bring trouble to our city to begin with. So, a small amount of hate still, but I am slowly strangling it out."

Myrlene was staying quiet through the whole farce but had had enough of this. She stood quietly and a thrum of power would be felt. The office door would be locked tight and the doors themselves reinforced with magic.

"Okay you clowns. I've had enough of the bickering. Uncle, sit down and shut up. Remember, me? The efficient, murdering serial killer that's also a god? Yeah, don't make me send a memo to Frost saying he needs a new replacement. I'd have to juggle paperwork with Captain Jubal, but I could manage it." Myrlene said. Her eyes glowed slightly, a hint of frost swirled around her patching her red DFLEA uniform with wintry pink.

"Myrlene! You dare order me..." Orion said.

Myrlene looked to Orion and the slightest motion was seen as razor sharp icicles thumped into the glass case behind him, nicking one of his ears barely.

"No. You will listen and yes I will order you. Being a former governor of this damn city, a city my mother founded, bled for and died for, I have a say in this matter. You were appointed this position by Frost as you were the most capable man at the time with your background as the last Crimson Paw Renegade survivor in Lupinoss. You, yourself would know what tyranny and corruption would look like. This woman here . . ." She pointed to Amaia " . . . is trying to assist you in clearing the dead wood that is piling up because you wear a badge that ties your hands in doing the needed dirty work no one wants to talk about. Yeah, it's dirty as hell and vile. So what? Any dirtier than what we are doing out in the countryside? Hunting down families that are selling drugs? Killing people on site for selling? Look, she may be a child from Mirius, but don't hold both of my mother's pasts against her. They have both paid their dues in making up for their shit. Just like I have. You just can't get over the fact that the laws system let Vuusoolta Wolf walk away Scott free while your son got pinned with all of the murders ordered by Vuusoolta to start the coup. It's eating you alive, isn't it?"

Orion glared at Myrlene with an intensity that'd make any lesser Lupe piddle on the spot. Mylene shrugged off the Alpha vibes like water and locked her stare with Orion as if he was just an oversized puppy that had its bone taken.

"If she had legitimate weaknesses, I wouldn't be in your face right now, but she's calling you out and I don't want to see this city with another possible ally turned enemy against us. Yeah, our laws are slippery and Frost has been working on fine tuning them at some point but the governor has his hands tied too because you throw a ton of laws at people and they'll revolt feeling they have no choices in life. Right now our city is in the rough stages of progress and improvement. No easy solution to any problem." She said the last to both Orion and Amaia.

Myrlene would let Orion stew in silent anger. She could care less about the whole respect your elders rule. He drug her family's name through the mud enough that he forfeited that privilege today. She looked to Amaia for the time being.

"You shouldn't leave just yet as you've only dealt with the law side. As you can see. It's not perfect, its full of crap and a lot of things we don't like. I got out of the force long time ago because I was like you. I am only back in as a consultant on a drug case that is spiraling out of control and I damn sure could use a sniper I could trust in the field popping heads like daisies without hesitations. That being said, DFLEA isn't bought out by Tyris. This city has tried going lawless like Rhy'Din City once. All we had was murders in the street, slavery and bloodshed daily and we only had a small population of three thousand people then. We then tried to do the whole, upright and law abiding thing and the rulers found all the ways to abuse the system which is why my step brother... did what he did and even tried to frame me for some of the murders too.

What we have now is a dual system Amaia. To the public, the Law appears and for the most parts functions to serve immediate justice where possible. Death dealing being a slightly harder thing to do with it, but when it's not a public thing, that's where Tyris comes in. What Orion can't do Legally, Tyris does. It's like this right now. Orion has to follow the rules while you are coming here and asking if you can help us by being out there and breaking the rules and remaining hidden. But this dual system has a price. Any city or place of habitation must allow its people to have two things. A sense of safety, the Law, and a sense of relaxation, the Underside. If you get Law and Underside working together, then the minor things are gray areas and worked out and the major things stopped and the city runs just fine. It's a tight balance that needs all players in the puzzle to be on the same page. Orion is not the best in explaining that part.

Granted, he doesn't visit our family much so he is not aware of how much our parents go through to insure all of us children that are out here running around are trained and taught to do and behave. So, before you walk out that door, please, don't let miscommunications burn down a vital bridge here. Even if the old Wolf can't see it, I can see uses for you in multiple levels of this cities needs as well as in Fang Wood, the country side, hell, once you get your feet wet there, I may have pull to get you to meet someone in Rhy'Din City. I just ask for patience Amaia. I know your mother and she has the same temper my mother has and that means you and I burn hot in attitude. All I ask is just wait a little longer before making your final decision. In fact . . ." She looked at Jim.

"Jim. You're already a little familiar with Amaia. Why don't you give her a full tour of the DFLEA Facility and maybe see if she can find some upgrades in the armory free of charge while I have some private discussions with the Commissioner?"

Jim was curled up a bit on the couch, fur very poofed. He was told he was just going to do dispatch. Take calls, direct peoples questions, paperwork, he never knew he'd have to witness Lupes getting feral and snarly much less seeing the Lieutenant have one of her goddess moments. The words from Amaia snapped Jim out of his little panic cycle and he took a moment to breath, his claws, unsheathed, scoring lines across the glass of the beer bottle in stress stammered a bit. "I'd . . . I'd . . . I'd . . . shoot first ask later cause I'm a coward and don't want to be shot first." He said to Amaia. Hearing Myrlene Jim knew she was giving him an out from the fur flying that was getting ready to happen. He'd uncurl and slink over to Amaia by the door.

Myrlene looked to them both for a moment, something that looked like regret at not acting sooner and perhaps regret for treating Amaia icily earlier on her face. She let the magic go on the door. "Go take the tour, just, please don't leave the grounds yet Amaia. I am sure Tyris is on his way."

Jim stood by the door, unsure now what would happen if he left the Lieutenant alone with the Commissioner. Would they have a fight? No, if that happened, one would die for sure and he knew who it'd be. "Do you want to see... the rest of the facility?" Jim asked Amaia.

The door knob of the office would turn and the door would open, revealing a tall, black furred Erthrii lupe, wearing a a DFLEA uniform and a light jacket covering his arms. As he opened the door his eyes looked around the room seeing an angry looking Orion, a freaked out Jim with his fur all poofed out, and two short, purple furred people smaller than him. One he knew well, the other was a new face. Tyris, though, let out a long sigh seeing things were already going bad before he arrived. There wasn't much he could do or say at first, but he would start off with at least finding out what was going on. "Alright, Jim's fur is poofed, Orion is peeved, and Lene has that rebellious look on her face and I presume the tall-eared one is the new face. What the hell is going on here? It better be something worth it because my wife was looking to my time off today to watch movies together." he asked. While Tyris wasn't mad himself, he was just wanted clarity in what the heck was going on and why people seemed so tense. He did ask calmly so no more tension was added to the situation even if he did seem slightly annoyed.

"Thanks Jim. Don't have to stick around for this if you don't want to." Tyris would say to Jim. He knew the young man really didn't need or want to be involved with the ruckus going on in the office, especially when it had little to do with him it seemed. Hearing the fussing going on with Myrlene and Orion though had Tyris bothered to a degree. He'd go to rest his back against the wall, being out of the way of the door for anyone to leave freely, and would look at them all for a moment and listening before speaking. Even if Tyris didn't catch the whole story of what was going on, he felt he only needed to hear part of the fuss already, "Orion, may I remind you that every portion of this city is corrupt in some way, including DFLEA. You are included. I have eyes and ears on every corner of this city and I know the things you have been involved with. This including a certain harlot that's been jailed probably every week for doing something she shouldn't have, including killing people, and she gets off with a smack on her rear. Let's not forget what I have done alone and the position I am in on this force." Tyris said calmly, but firmly.

Seeing the two young ladies were as ruffled, in just facial expression alone, along with the old wolf though he'd try to calm them down as well, "Ladies, would like to ask for no more insults or threats. Especially you, Myrlene. You're too much like your mother." he said with a little smile. That smile did fade to a more serious look as he continued to speak, getting straight to business, "So, we have a mercenary for hire." he said looking to Amaia. She was the one sticking out in this situation. "So, you're undoubtedly the one named Amaia that I was texted about. Considering you're the daughter of Mirius, no doubt you have some power under your belt, whatever that may be. Those soultrii pass their power on to their children quite easily it seems." he said, as if examining everything about Amaia. Sure, the kid didn't look like a lupe, but he knew enough about the Spiritor family and he honestly wasn't going to wade through the deep ocean of complexity that goes on in the family of why the kid looks like a bunny. "Don't worry, Amaia, I have no hatred for those with magic. My wife is predominantly a healer, although she has practiced in many other areas as well."

"Now, before you go thinking I'm some evil doer that has control of the city, Amaia, I don't. Yes, I got a lot of dirt on everyone, but I don't want to see this city fall. I have been helping things economically behind the scenes. I have been helping get rid of other, even old, rival gangs and traitors that were ruining this city. I have helped your mother in many circumstances, especially bringing in many new resources with my connections, to help bring this city up to date. Many wondered how this den could even afford such massive amount of things in a very little amount of time. Well, it's quite easy when you own banks and things in various areas. And before you get uppity, neither your mother nor this city owes me anything in that respect. Orion and I come from the same world, a torn world, our homelands destroyed and burned to the ground. Helping make this city a better place means very much to myself and my family. That is why I work with DFLEA and the government in multiple ways. But, in the dark corners of this city there's still people wishing to burn this place down. Not many as before, but there is some that still remain. Some of which we even thought were rid of before and dead, but are still quite alive." he said.

He'd look to Orion before talking to the young lady more and speak to him, wondering if he should take it to another room to let the old wolf have a break. "Orion, if you like, I can take the girls out of your fur and deal with them myself. I'll take them to my office and chat with them there about some things. I could have some uses for Amaia I think. I have been looking for people like her for some possible future projects I wish to create or assist with at some point. You need not worry about her if I deal with her. You know I clean up the messes I make quite well." he said, giving some implication that he would take care of any ordeals that might revolve around Amaia and give the old wolf a break.

Tyris did sigh softly hearing Orion giving up. He knew the old wolf had a hard life and he certainly wasn't going to try to prod the wolf any. They both came from the same, old broken world, so he knew how Orion felt with things. "I know, Orion." he said gently, "And I wouldn't say it's a farce. Our home den in the old country wasn't a farce either. This city has only gotten better because of the caring nature of people like you, even if you don't like showing how caring you are. You do have a lot of your father in you." he gave a little grin to that. "Just don't worry about the girls here. Regardless of how wild their goals are, I'll be the one to deal with them. I'll even slap them around for you if I need to. Save your energy for smacking your own kids when they need it." he said chuckling now.


As he'd start moving out the door he'd speak to Orion first and then the girls, "I'll meet up with you at the cafe when you're off, Orion. Maybe a few drinks can be had." he said with a gentle offer. It was more or less a statement of maybe the two of them hanging out and getting to relax and talk about things later, maybe vent their frustrations that they go through daily that came with the job. "Come, ladies. My office. We'll talk there. Would like you to tell me about yourself in there, too, Amaia. Want to know what I'm going to work with and I'll see if you're fit for any jobs. With guidelines, of course." he said. Once he was finished speaking he'd move out of the room and to another room that was his own. It was only a short walk away and he would open a door that had his name labeled on it. He would wait for the two girls to walk through first before himself, though. He wanted to be polite to hold the door open for them and if they both did enter he'd close the door behind them and go to sit on a leather chair behind his own desk. His room would be rather plain, with just a few chairs, a couch and maybe a few pictures of his family on his desk

Orion opened his eye to look at Tyris as he was leading the way out for the girls. "I know. Tyris. Some days I wish I knew what my father thought or wanted of me." Voice still tired. "I'm an old relic like their parents that should be in a museum somewhere. Catch you at the Cafe. Drinks on me." Orion said.

Hearing Amaia, he watched her a moment, perhaps a small trace of amusement in that face dusted with white hair. "You may be like your mother, but you have sincerity and a proper heart in you. I'll give you the only advice an old Wolf can give you, Amaia. Trust your heart, and trust yourself. Be careful out there."

Myrlene listened and would let Tyris and Amaia leave and she'd hang back for a few seconds while her and Orion were left alone in the office. "Uncle, I'm sorr..."

"Lene, save it. Don't apologize. If there is one thing that I've learned today in this office is that old dogs like me can't keep barking at young pups like you to keep to old ways. The old ways were good, the got us to this point, but that is their problem. They can only get us so far. Us old dogs, me, your mom, your dad, the rest of your older family members, one day Lene, we're going to be gone. Old age, war, insanity, self-exile, villainy take your pick on whatever face destiny will throw at each of us, but the fact is this, Lene, the old guard is just that. Old. Tired. Fading.

We need more of you, of that girl Amaia and teachers for.... the ones to come that need to learn what do, like my kids and yours and your mothers. So don't apologize for doing what was right in front of my face. You did your mother's legacy proud here today. You're not a tool Lene. You've got thoughts, a heart, a mind, principles, and by damn a very strong will to see a lot of things in your mind through. Don't lose that. Don't become me. A faded has been spending his last century slowly losing effectiveness in what I once loved. So you go out there and you get them girl. Grab them by their ass, tail, balls whatever you can reach and give them a ride or fight they wont forget. Okay? Make this old uncle proud." Orion said quietly.

Myrlene's ears twitched a bit low and her senses flowed out to check Orion. For a moment she was worried with his sudden change in behavior that he was ill but he was not. His body was as healthy as it could be for a 100 year old Erthrii, and there was the problem. He was simply getting old. Time was now becoming a new enemy for him with each coming year and it stole a lot of the anger and self righteousness out of her. She'd live forever being a very young goddess, but for once she saw someone right here that she was often fond of as a family member facing mortality coming like a patient predator. That realization moved her to do something she never thought of.

"Uncle, I want you to ask Tyris at some point to give you some time off and cover things for you here." She walked over and put her hand on the top of his desk. A small flash of power and a solid, never melting crest of Den Wolf in Ice appeared on the desk top. "When you are ready for a vacation. See me, speak to this, and I will be with you. I have someone you need to meet. He is like you, running out of time as he ages and I believe he'd love to meet you finally."

Orion looked at the ice crest a long moment. "Who?"

"Your father, Orion. He is still alive. Mull it over then find me." Lene said.

She left his office and went over to Tyris' office and smiled to him and Amaia as the girl was speaking. She caught some of what Amaia had said. Lene leaned against his desk and relaxed.

"You're family, so you don't have to prove yourself to me. I know what you are. Though my question is, can you handle what I am?" Myrlene said to Amaia. "I am Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, Lady Winterpaws, ruler of the coming Kingdom of Winterpaws, Deity of Winter, Goddess of Ice and Lightning. I know your mother and your father. Your father and I have . . . . let's just say you may meet someone at some point that you may find interesting, that said, I know you have the Godslayer Power in you and that collar mutes it. It is why I was frigid earlier. I am sorry. I recently lost someone to a Godslayer and I am still grieving for them. As to what I do, I was helping with a special team that goes around locking down and wiping out drug dealers and drug Lords and anyone that usually tends to cause a lot of trouble when I am not a full time Nurse to a Flight Squadron in Space. Don't ask. I'm very complicated. I'm also someone that can be quite evil depending on the day and situation if I have to be. It's how I was raised. As to guidelines I think that the big guys game, not mine. I just know you can do some good.

And don't let Orion ruffle you bad, Amaia. As Tyris said, many of us around here have had some nasty pasts and lives. If we didn't, we'd be all dead. But I think you did call it a bit. Time is catching up with him. And Tyris, you may really want to talk to him, he's starting that whole 'You are the future' BS again with me." Lene said to Amaia and Tyris.

Before Amaia had left out of the door, she did get to hear what Orion had to say to her, mostly having responded to that with a nod. When she was in Tyris's office and listening to Myrlene and Tyris, she'd let them speak wanting to know what their answers to her questions were. Listening to Myrlene, though, she thought she would get away from all the god stuff that went on in the family, but that didn't seem to be an option right now. No fuss was going to be made of it all. She would wait for the answer from Tyris, listening to his story, thinking over his past and what he now served and stood for. She felt she had gotten herself into a bit of an odd situation. Working with a god and an old criminal that she would've probably killed so long ago. Amaia got lost in thought as some words for Orion did come back into her mind that she couldn't really just kill anyone she simply saw as bad. Tyris being an example there it seemed.

Amaia let out a sigh, with some frustration in her thoughts, before making a response, "Swear mom doesn't make crap easy for me when she gives me a clue on how to do something." A slight smile did appear on her face after saying that before adding, "Okay, so you're a goddess Lene and Tyris is a criminal trying to do more acts of good and trying to make up for his past... or something." She'd give them both a long look as if trying to figure out how to work with them or if she should just call it quits. Then again, her mother really trusted these people and always talked so highly of them. She must've been sent here with good reason, but somewhere deep down she still felt she wasn't sure.

"Okay, so, I have an idea that I hope you guys won't take the wrong way. I'll accept the guidelines of what goes on in the city as I'm sure mom would rip my wings off if I did something bad, too. You seem more than willing to actually get rid of the people that want to disrupt life in the worst ways, Tyris, so I'll work with your guidelines. The one thing I want is I want to be able to walk away from all this without issues if I don't agree with how things go on here. I'm saying this for my mom's sake though. I don't want to cause her any grief with me running around and fighting family and friends of hers. So, if I do jobs for you Tyris, and Myrlene the goddess, and I disagree, you'll both just let me walk away, right? I've already seen what binding contracts and other things do to people. It's bad enough I see it a lot when it involves my mother, her family and my weird freaking uncle. I'm asking this now as if there's going to be some kind of binding contract I'd like to leave this room in a peaceful manner before things get bad and I'll continue my business by other means."

She did look to Myrlene real quick though and wanted to add more clarification to Myrlene ragarding her stance on gods while she was in this realm, "And Myrlene, I won't have any ill will against you for being a goddess. From what I know, you're not exactly part of my mom's old god war bullcrap. And yes, my powers are mostly muted. Mom taught me to be responsible with my powers. She told me of how she's a mate of your mom, who is also a goddess. I didn't come here to fight gods either just so you know. I came to put down regular, bad folks that probably do more harm than most gods ever do. That's why I'm here. If a god gets in my way, so be it, but I'm not here for them. Plus... you're my stepsister. I don't want to hurt family. Even if I don't know you all that well yet."

"Same with me, Amaia. I'm not going to force you into anything you don't want to do. We work on equal terms. I'm not your boss and you're not mine. We are partners in other words. Also, don't worry about any god or goddess stuff that goes on. Most of them in Rhy'Din are generally just doing their own thing or keeping to themselves. They act like regular folk more than half the time anyways. If anything, the regular people around here are more crazy than them I'd think. You have no idea the craziness that goes on in this world, Amaia. Orion was probably just wanting to save you from a headache if anything." Tyris said with a smile and was glad to see Myrlene being friendly, too.

Tyris would think some and lean over onto the desk looking at Amaia, "Amaia, before you go helping Lene or anyone with anything big, here are some basic things I have on my mind. This way, you know what kind of jobs I'll send you on. Let you get a feel for how I work and the people I don't like either."

" Firstly, there's a man that's borrowed money from us and hasn't been paying. He never has his money to pay us back and likes to make excuses. We know he's using it for drugs and other things. Since he's gone a ways into debt that he can't pay us back, he's resorted to offering us things. Even tried to sell his kid and wife to us thinking we did this so we wouldn't come after him. We took them, but not as payment. They're safe in a place now and even the mother is trying to get clean at a rehabilitation center. But, that man is still out there, Amaia, and he's probably going to end up shooting someone or doing something extremely stupid. People like him get into debt with a lot of people and make a lot of bad deals and I know he's buying from others. I don't think he's worth being killed, but you could apprehend this man any means necessary and bring him back to me. Maybe throw him in jail, make him do city service, maybe make him work for me to pay off the money. Free labor."

"Second thing on my mind is there's a small pack forming, a gang in other words, and they've been hustling their way up in the streets lately and causing some trouble for innocent people. They haven't killed anyone that we've seen, but they have been roughing up civilians, taking their money, are selling off some not so nice drugs to people and are some thieves that like to break into peoples homes and take their things. Not worth killing in my book, but someone could hand their tails to them and make it clear they're not liked here anymore. Some broken bones and their place being torn up wouldn't be too harsh I don't think. Gives them a simple chance to think... and they'll be watched closely, but most people are wannabes and cowards when it comes to little packs like these. They're just young little trouble makers if anything."

"Thirdly, there is woman running a bakery in town. Makes really nice donuts, cookies and other things to stuff your face with. Donates to charities and such and helps orphaned kids. Turns out she's not as sweet as her food. She's running some child labor workshop using orphans. No parents, so no one's going to miss them. Supposedly, she feeds them well, but my friends and some sources report she's not so nice to them. If they were willing to work and make food, that's one thing, but she may very well be forcing them. I know that sounds like DFLEA business, but I'll explain why DFLEA can't do all these things right."

Tyris would take a deep breath and sigh some though. "DFLEA is very limited in how it can do things and we can't afford to have its reputation screwed up and most things we do are rather public, especially with the nosy press. Avoid Tazzy and Teddy at all costs if you can. Anyways, The first thing is if we simply jailed the drug user, he'll probably be out on the streets doing the bad things again and just waste our time getting him again. The second problem, Amaia, is similar to the first one. Not only that, but when DFLEA shows up on gang or pack related crimes it generally causes more issues on the street making DFLEA have to work even harder to stop issues. They expect DFLEA to show up, they're even prepared to make trouble for DFLEA. We have had situatiosn where things... escalate. It doesn't get pretty and there's a lot of young people on the force like Jim that just want to help the city make it better. Not get into fights with gangs. The third thing... my god if the press get a hold of that it's going to be a nightmare. DFLEA raiding a house, pulling out orphans to put them somewhere else, questions get raised, anyone unknowingly getting caught into affiliation, gets their reputations and businesses ruined, DFLEA looked at as good for doing the job, but bad for letting how long it's gone on, and the list goes on. These are the things Orion stresses about."

Tyris gave Amaia a long look wondering if she'd even take on these jobs, even though he gave light details on the situations. "I can give you more information on these people, Amaia, all you have to do is just agree and work with me as I set the guidelines to follow. Helping a city doesn't always mean blowing peoples brains out. The small things count, too. The first man I spoke of, he could get into some rehabilitation while paying me off and could turn into a good guy again. If he turns out bad still, I'll deal with him. But, Amaia, do these jobs well and I'll let you get to the more dirty things. I just want you to know you can do so much helping with just things like this, too. If you don't want these missions, that's fine, I can offer something else. " While it was a lot of talking, there wasn't much of any other way Tyris could put things. He was trying to be clear as he could and wanted Amaia to understand his stance on things. He wanted to show he wasn't supporting terrible habits in Den City and did care about what went on to keep it a nice, lovely place it was trying so hard to be. He did want to give her examples too that even if it was becoming a better place that there still seemed to be issues that was hidden away that most didn't know that went on.

Myrlene listened to Tyris as he gave Amaia the scenarios and grinned. They were some good ones to see how the girl could handle some low key things. However when Amaia leveled the question at her about having something for her to do as well she went a bit quiet in thought. She chewed over that thought a long moment or two.

"Well. There is possibly something I may have you do. It isn't exactly law enforcement related." she said to Amaia.

She'd take a seat and try to relax a little. "Tyris has you on a good series of test trials. Do good with them, you're good in my books while I figure out what the hell is going on with the Glade Marshalls and the drug issues. Until then, I do have one matter that has yet to be resolved and it's... personal in nature Amai. I have an ex-husband that need's to be dealt with. I was going to leave him alone after all he's done to me, but it seems the fool has gotten into a heavily saturated area of Chaos and... has gone insane. I'm concerned he may now be a public threat to all that get near him. He's a dragon...." she chewed on her lower lip more, her personal feeling waging war with her head.

"If you choose to accept this mission Amaia, you'll be alone. Some others have tried, so have I and my father, but Chaos... we still have some lingering scars on us from the Ebony Knight and we have difficulty getting near enough to deal with him. That said, the mission is track him down, assess the situation and determine if he is indeed a threat. He was just staying in our old, destroyed lair of a home in the mountains, but if he's gone out to raid people, he's not longer benign. Either way, benign or threat... He is to be killed. His body and mind are too far gone from Chaos to heal. His soul is to be captured and returned to me. As for any gear you wish, name it, you will have it. Rewards we will talk once I have his soul in my hands. I will not stiff you nor cheat you, my kin."

Amaia listened to them both and would nod to Tyris, "Well, I think I'll be hanging around mom's place a bit, so you can drop me a letter or something there. Probably will be looking into getting my own place in this world at some point. Guess I'll need money for that first. I'll be ready, Tyris and you take any time you need on getting the information on the peeps. The more the better. "

Her head did turn to Myrlene hearing her speaking of her ex-husband going nuts and possibly needing to be killed. It did make her raise a brow to that and hearing about all this Chaos stuff being involved. She had an unsure look on her face as it sounded like she was heading a bit towards deities and other superpower stuff, but then again it did seem like her sister-in-law was in need of some help. Maybe she could do it just for her and to get on a good reputation within the family, but maybe she'd give her thoughts a little on how she felt about it, too. "Well, Myrlene, I'd be up to help, but the one thing that worries me is that Chaos part you speak of. While I wouldn't be afraid of taking on powerful things, I'd much prefer staying on a much more normal life level of business. Like the stuff I'm going to do for Tyris." she said with sincerity, but would continue, "although, given you're my sister, part of the family and all that fun stuff I could still maybe give you a hand on it. And I couldn't really let him go running around harming regular folks either I suppose. If I help, may need to take you up on that offer of needing gear. Like, a soul capturing device or something." she said. "Then again... should we talk about this somewhere else? I mean, seems Tyris is iffy on talking about handling people here and talking about killing dragons or something I feel like the old dude might kick down the door and throw us through a wall."

Amai would go to stand and when Lene teleported them both she'd look around a moment then to Lene and listened to her explain where they were. She'd be nice and not interrupt Lene either as more was explained about the situation and what was needed to be done. "Hmm. " is all that came from her at first. She'd walk around a little, looking around at all the soul gems and thinking on it all. Dragon, chaos and stealing souls. Normal people endangered of being possibly killed. Things were a little stretch, but at the end of the day all of this is something Amaia was aiming to help with and she felt she couldn't deny Lene on this offer.

Amaia would turn and come back over to Myrlene, "I've killed many things, including a werewolf that likes to steal my cookies and cake on the weekends. I did try to shoot a dragon named Ferunoth at one point, too, but he just cheats and goes into his skeletal form and goes on and on about how you can't kill something that's already dead and other bogus crap. This can't be worse than a talkative dragon that won't leave you alone, right?" she said with a bit of a grin to Myrlene. "And I don't need a place as of yet. What I am saying though is I can likely help you with your case, Lene. Might need something to capture the soul, like the scroll you mentioned. If he's really putting regular folks in danger then I wouldn't mind helping you. Besides... this all doesn't sound like a chaos preventing you type thing. I'd imagine killing a former husband would be hard on some people." she added. The last part of her statement being softer showing she wasn't trying to be crude on how Lene may feel about her ex-husband.

Amaia listened in silence as Lene spoke and would see how this was affecting her deeply. The scroll that was tossed to her would be caught as well and held in a hand firmly. She wasn't going to act smug about already getting the chance for a bounty. There was not a word that came from Amaia for a minute and looked up at the stars in the silence. Then she'd look back down to Myrlene before speaking in a gentle voice, "I know I sound like I'm someone looking for a fix on killing people, but I really do just want to help people, Lene. I want to do things most don't dare to do, which includes ending lives or something else extreme. But, know I'm not doing it for a high, but because people need it. I won't kill your husband for joy, but because you can't do it yourself. It's okay that you can't do it and I have no judgement in your choice in how it wants to be done. I could even do it immediately if you wish to end any anxiety you may be feeling before things possibly get worse."

Amaia moved over to Myrlene, put her weapon case down for a moment to give Myrlene a long hug. "I may want to work solo for the most part, but I'm sure I'll need help with someone at some point. In that case, I'll give you a call. That cool?" she asked with a gentle smile. "I mean, being in a world I know little about, I'm sure I'll have to call in some favors, too." she would add sincerely.

Amaia would look over the little map on the ground that Lene had made appear. She listened to Myrlene closely on the details and what Moonshine would likely do in battle. It all had her a little concerned as she generally trained against other types of people. She looked a little concerned, because she was. She had some basic combat armor that would be often for fighting regular folks, but not a dragon that could met things. There was no doubt she'd be a cooked bunny on a stick and dinner for the dragon.

She'd overlook it some more before finally speaking, "So, I may need some tricks and new gear then." she said, "I might need a few days to prepare for this, Lene. Think I might ask Tyris or somebody for some specialized Fire-resistant armor, if possible. At least to protect me for a short time to get out of the way. ALso, do you remember how well his armor is made? Is it just that old medieval junk a bullet could go through or does he make some really wicked stuff? I am wondering if I need to get some special rounds or a different gun. Are, uhm, scales good against bullets too? Guess should take that into account. And the hearing I think I can solve. Will see if I can get some traps that activate when he leaves the cave, or something."

Amaia listened more closely and sighed some hearing this dragon not only have good armor, but tough scale as well. Even though Lene was considering large weapons like great swords she knew she was already out on those options considering her size. She was going to have to be a lot more careful and clever in taking down an enraged dragon of this caliber. Not that she had ever taken down one before in the first place.

Once Lene was done she finally responded, "Well, I could get some special roudns for my gun. Custom armor is going to be a must in this case I think. Although, one last question is what magical types is he resistant against? I do have a few special tricks I can do, Lene. I know I'm not well practiced like my mother in killing people souls or some junk or my father, but what I can do is short distant teleporation, levitation to help me actually fly and I can also enhance my sword and bullets of my rifle. Like, I can increase their speed greatly, turn them incendiary, explosive even. Maybe not the bullet becomes that, but be more like a magical addition to the gun. The bullets can simply carry the magical attacks with them at great speed and help the effectiveness. So, is there anything specific I should try? Fire, water? I'd try to maybe shoot at his soul.... but I know you want his soul in return, so I won't use any of my powers for that." she said softly.

"So, if I use any of my power for attacks, conserve it for possible explosive and lightning, but keep enough for defensive purposes mainly. Got it." she said The sound of all this though was definitely determining the fact she was going to have a difficult time trying to take down this dragon. With a sigh she would give a nod to Myrlene. "Alright, I'll seek help from your mom on this. Maybe ask her on some ideas on how to take the dragon down, too."

"Also, fighting dragons on a daily basis isn't necessarily on my list of things to do. If I need to I will, though. For practice, when I go back to Lurky I think what I'll do is I'll go ask Ferunoth for some help. He's a pretty strong one and maybe will give me some tips on their weaknesses. I have a feeling he's not going to simply hand out that kind of info without something in return considering he's a dragon himself. Probably going to have to do something absurd for him." she said ending her statement with a groan and unhappy look. She didn't know many dragons as it was and the one she happened to know was a crazy one. There wasn't much choice in the matter anyways. There was a mad dragon on the loose and she knew she was going to have to toughen up for the situation regardless. If she's to take doing jobs for other seriously, she was going to have to learn with probably putting up with annoyances along the way.

The bunny/lupe hybrid girl would bob her head in agreement while she listened to Myrlene, understanding the dragon situation was not something to tread lightly. "Don't worry. What happens with me and moonshine stays between me and moonshine. If I see other dragons it'll be just like seeing another person as far as I'm concerned. So, no worries with me on that." she said.

Then she heard Lene talking about souls and what would happen if she died and even the offer Lene had made for her. Amai was hesitant on answering or even taking Myrlene's offer. The idea was understood, but she had already seen what happens with people owning other souls. Amaia wasn't necessarily sure how to go about answering Myrlene without sounding like she was being disrespectful to her sister-in-law.

There was a look on her face like she was pondering on the answer before she finally responded to Myrlene, "Well, uh, the offer is nice... I think? I mean, I just met you and I honestly don't know if you're as crazy as Ammy or even my own mother. From what I know, if I die then I just end up going into another body. Theoretically, my mom says I can posses someone if I'm vengeful enough when my soul leaves my body... or something. I've never died though so.... I don't know how that works. I think I'll be okay. I'm sure after enough practice I can easily handle a dragon... hopefully." she said. Then just sighed before adding, "Look, I'm not trying to be mean. It's just I arrived here and I'm trying to look after myself, too. When I get to know you, Lene, and figure out what's going on then maybe I might take you up on the offer. Then again, I don't even know if that would be good for you. Taking a part of my soul could kill you literally. You might want to talk to uncle Aribius about that before making an offer like that to someone like me. I mean, he did control my father... who also can destroy the souls of gods. Even then, Aribius isn't even a legitimate god....either way, you might want to look into that before helping everyone you see. Never know, You and I could have beef later. You wouldn't want me near you at that point. Can only be so much cute purple around after all.". Amaia did end her statement with a grin though at Lene, but it was more of a playful look on her face as if they were to have some kind of amusing sister rivalry.

Amaia would smile at Myrlene, "Well, you ask on that info and I'll get what I need, too. Then maybe we can sort that stuff out later. As to wards... yeah, I could just easily take them off if I'm in a bad mood. There's nothing even keeping them on me besides simply wearing them. "

Then she'd go to give Myrlene another hug before picking up her weapon case with one hand while holding the scroll in the other, "Well, I suppose. I should go speak to Ammy about that stuff and take a look around Rhy'Din and get used to my surroundings. Before I go take care of things I'll leave a message with mom to give to you before I do things, alright? You know.. just so you know I'm doing it and just in case you need to stop me in emergency or something. Sound cool?" she ended with a smile. Amaia was feeling quite confident in her abilities in the world, but the talk with Lene had made her realize she did need to look over some things before simply jumping into battle.