Jake just sighed.

"Well, I commend you on it." he replied.

"He is absolutely infuriating." he told her.

"Just... at least I'm not outside on the run." he then sighed again, before sitting down near Sydney.

"And I can see why you'd like hunts." he commented.

"The thrill and accomplishment of it all." he smiled.

"By the way, did I pull off corroborating your lie decently?" he then asked her.

"I can already understand that." Jake said.

"Seriously. Already I feel like I know what you mean." he sighed.

"I don't want him to have any ammo to use on you." he told her.

"Odds are I'll be staying here, though." he went on.

"I really don't have any other place to go." he lamented quietly.

"Not since someone caught me trying to get rid of my shedding." he mumbled.

"....yeah." Jake muttered.

"I doubt we'd make friendly bedfellows." he said.

"It may be best for me to stay here." he admitted.

"I DO appreciate the offer, though." he then assured her.

"I'll keep it in mind if I need to get away from HIM for any length of time."

"I'm used to stress." Jake responded.

"Trust me, I can take a lot of crap." he assured her. "So I should be able to handle whatever they throw at me." he said confidently.

"And if it ever gets too much... well... hm." he mumbled.

"If there's any bodies of water nearby, I can go there and swim my frustrations out." he continued.

"And heaven help any creature that would see me as prey." he added ominously.

Jake nodded in response.

"No to the first part of that question." he said.

He then dug in his pocket, and took out a large coin. One side had the guild crest on it, and the other side had the words 'revertetur in terram suam*' engraved on it.

"He gave m this." he then told her.

"Told me I just need to squeeze it in my hand, think of the guild, and I'll be teleported here." he said further.

*return home

"Odds are it will be." Jake replied.

"Any other warnings about this place, though?" he then asked her.

"Like, any people here to watch out for, or anything that's not to be done, or anything like that?" he asked her further.

"Just so I fit in more easily, I guess." he reasoned with a shrug.

"If not, I'll pick it up as I go."

"....eh?" Jake asked.

"Er... why?" he asked her.

He was then silent for a moment, wondering what was so bad about the daughter.

Was she a brat? Was she dangerous? Was her father overprotective of her? Was this something else entirely?

"....should I be scared of her?" he then asked her further.

"......................" Jake was silent as he heard that.

"Ah... I..." he stammered, before sighing heavily.

"I see." he said.

"That's... an unfortunate situation, if I may understate it." he commented.

"If I run into her, I'll try and make our meeting secret." he then assured Sydney.

"...already I feel bad for the poor girl, though." he admitted.

Again, Jake sighed.

"Even more unfortunate." he said.

"I can't bear to think of a parent mistreating their child." he said further.

"I was always taught that children are to be revered and nurtured, as they are the future." he went on.

"Guess humans don't think the same way as Ramaarin." he sighed.

"Hm." Jake muttered, a little confused by what she meant by her statement... but he figured that this was not the time, nor the place to ask.

"All right." he said.

"That's a good idea." he agreed, getting to his feet as well.

"I do hope there's a lot of meat." he then added.