Sting Eucliffe

"So, how long until we get to the customer?"

Sting asks, walking beside you while Lector sleeps on his head, forming a sort of pillow of the young guild master's blond hair. You hold up a map of the new city where the three of you went on an expensive mission for fun.

"Uh...I don't know. I think we're lost."

Your gaze rests on the map, trying to make out the paths that lead to the city, trying to find the road you're on now.

"What!? Are you kidding me? How long have we been going down the wrong road?"

Sting looks at you with round blue eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, and Lector wakes up to the shouts of his friend, and trying to make sense of the situation.