Haelvia groaned aloud...
...Hagrid.
That was an unpleasant sounding, somewhat masculine name. The picture that came with it was... definitely not favorable to her.
She shook her head... it was probably a mean-spirited inside joke the others in the guild had collaborated on. Sometimes she felt she wasn't a professional adventurer and more like a girl that forced herself into an immature, all-boys club.
Loki leaned out of Lancelot and cupped his hands, "Her name is Haelvia, you louse-ridden criminal!!"
"I know what I said, scumbucket!" Decanus Ollus shouted back. "Orders from the Centurion! You and Loki scout the canyon up ahead! We'll set up camp once you give us the all clear!"
"I hear you!" Haelvia yelled.
An easy mission with the promise of rest, afterward? She couldn't be happier.
Loki grimaced and clicked his tongue, "Tch. You really shouldn't let 'em treat you like that, *Hagrid*."
