"You're preaching to the choir, I already know how this works remember?"
"Protocol says–"
"I don't give a damn about protocol," she rasped absentmindedly as she looked over the document; ". . .this says the total pay out is nine hundred gold coins?"
The receptionist nodded nervously;
"I converted all your silver coin earnings into the gold equivalent, and I added them to–"
"You added them to my gold earnings for the B-rank wolves. Got it."
The short woman lingered nervously behind the counter, wondering whether Monica was done with her inquiry.
From behind the parchment she was inspecting, Monica's eyebrows shot up when she saw her still standing there;
"What're you still doing here? I need my payment as soon as yesterday, go get it."
With a surprising quickness for a woman her size, the receptionist disappeared in a quick blur into the door behind her.
Suddenly, behind Monica, a sharp cry rang out into the air;
