feat. the problem bocchan

[existor]

[There have been reports of a vagabond soul wandering the city. When those reports wander out into the wilderness, the court posts a bounty for a vague figure that ultimately yields nothing. Either this soul doesn't exist, or they're exceptionally versed in avoiding detection. The court considers upping the bounty to attract more seasoned bounty hunters, but Harpe eventually pleads the case to go out and search for this soul himself.

Admittedly, he's curious. It's a case to which he can relate, if distantly.

City folk are less keen on searching the wilderness, but Harpe has no such compunction. He's come quite far on his own, and the sun beats strongly against the waterless ground; there's still some time before he must return. He wanders toward the edge of a sheer drop.

The last time he came around this area, he was accompanying Hwarin and didn't take in the sights much. It's a dry place, but not so lifeless. There's potential. If he looks long enough, he can imagine greenery all around him.]

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[discard]

[Leon wants to find fault in his words. He wants more than anything to find things he can nitpick, issues he can take and make a fuss over. This man's kindness has to be a facade, after all. If Leon pushes far enough, long enough, surely it'll fade away.

... But he struggles to find any issue with the words he's saying.

He even explains why he volunteered, long before Leon can ask. He presses his lips together firmly, looking away.]

If you think that I will be impressed by your status as mortal, dismiss those thoughts immediately.

Everything and everyone here are unfamiliar to me, and I have no interest in gaining more familiarity.