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“What job?”

"killing certain monsters you know the usual thing people do"

"...not regular people."

“Well only the ones who like to kill.” Jarlen said.

"thats true im still regenerating my leg"

“Oh… what happened?”

"revenge shot me" he said that nochalantly as he took a swig of his canteen filled with various animal blood

Jarlen blinked.”Um why?”

"ask her not me"

“Vengeance. Why did you shoot him?”

Noticing the person had turned away, Ghostbur sighed. "It's a shame that the only thing I remember is the anthem, right, Friend?" The sheep 'baah'ed again. "I'm glad you agree, Friend."

He knelt down and began to brush the blue sheep's wool. "My L'Manburg, My L'Manburg, My L'Manburg, My L'Manburg. For freedom and for liberty, Our nation sought to build on these, A victory for all under democracy. Well the darkness came and then it went, We built a home and watched it sink, And there from rubble, there emerged L’Manberg♩" The sheep 'baah'ed again in response. "My singing is not bad! You're just... Mean. I need to teach you how to be nice."

"Might I remind you my name is Revenge. As for why I shot him... I never knew he was there."

"its not that big a deal im used to getting shot at" he casually reaches to fill his mug with tea

Jarlen nodded.”Oh I remember your name. You don’t have a nickname though?”

"I was never given one."

“We could call you Rev.”

"Rev. Interesting."

“Rev. What you think?”

"It's nice." She stops for a moment. "I think it sounds nice."

"better then being called fangsy ill say"