Inside virtually all organizations wether big or small are a few fundamental elements to the foundation of their structure.

For the city guard one of those foundations is hierarchy and advancement from within.
However when one of the cities most well renowned Sergeants ends up dying during a
routine wilderness patrol it becomes unclear who is suited to replace them. Especially
when the people who were next in line for promotion are the ones suspected of ending
the life of their former superior officer.

Tasked with investigating the death of the Sergeant, Zenaril Crestmantle, an experienced
warrior of the dune and respected warrior sets out to try and find the truth. However
he is no fool and doesn't easily tread w/o caution. Suspecting that the town guard under
the former Sergeants command were the cause of his downfall, Zenaril enlists the aide
of experienced Grave Cleric Lanya.

Expecting that he may end up wandering into an ambush during his investigation of the matter
it seemed prudent to have someone else with not only combat ability but medical as well.
Thankfully to Zenaril's preparedness when the inevitable encounter came as expected outside
of the city walls things went well within the Duo's favor when the Corrupted law officers
made their move.

Of course though they did not survive the battle completely unscathed, but after some time to
mend wounds and gather themselves the two of them began their trek back to the town.

Lanya: "So did you have any idea just how many of the guard were in on this scandal?"
Zenaril: "I had an idea, but needless to say I underestimated."
Lanya: "Perhaps next time you should enlist a third.
Zenaril: "Perhaps, but nay we did just fine. That flame spell you used did wonders to thin them out. Shame you weren't up on a table this time."
Lanya: "Oh my god how has everyone I know heard about that blasted stripdance..."
Zenaril: *LAUGHS* "The tale of the Bold Whiteling Cleric who leapt upon a table* with her feminine wiles laid bare to lure an entire pirates den to their fiery death."
Lanya: *Groans*
Zenaril: "Perhaps when we get back to the tavern I can hear the story from the lips of the bold Whiteling herself."
Lanya: "Not unless you're buying the ale."
Zenaril: "With pleasure, I'll even reserve us a... table."

The two of them exchanging silent stares at one another.

Zenaril: "If you just so happen to leap upon it I won't mind at all!"
Lanya: "OH GO FUCK YOURSELF!"

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Credits
Characters Belong to  albinocobra89 & Myself
Collab Commission Drawn by  MorgDL https://www.furaffinity.net/view/52213603/