Xenia and Clyde had just exited the second-hand market, the one outlined by the request, both of them, but especially Xenia, having a dejected expression on their faces. She let out a downcast sigh, her head dropping down as she discouragedly spoke.
"We really have to wait for the next morning to bust this guy, huh?" She wallowed in her boredom out loud, hoping that Clyde would say something to lift her spirits, or that he had a plan to solve their dilemma.
"Yes. And even then, it's not a guarantee that we will even catch the culprit," his words dampened her mood even further, to which he was oblivious. "This quest may take well over a day to comple—"
"Okay okay! I get it!" She interrupted in a hasty manner, wanting to live in ignorant bliss as she let out another grunt. "Why did we even take this quest…"
"Again, it was your idea," Clyde remarked, which angered her, but as she was about to retort, they heard familiar laughter approaching them.
