Moss looked at the information in her Overlay and froze.. As did Rake, and anyone else in their immediate vicinity that got the notification.

  *Notification* - Contract initiation failed - Traveller Superior Rank -

  This Traveler outranks you. You may ask for their services kindly. However this interaction will not gain you any favor with Their listed affiliations.

  Carter Omni

  Lilith BaneBorn

  Carter Gustalt* Omni

  Promethia Ikarus

  The Orphan Mother Almarine

  The Primordial Trinity

  Mother of Maiden’s Aurora Grey.*

  Holy mother of blessed demons how many names are on this list?

  Moss could have spent a fortnight reading through the list of affiliations tied to the girl, and still had pages to comb through.

  This kind of notification wasn’t unnatural to come across when dealing with powerful scions. In fact she’d seen one similar before, when trying to enthrall her current boss, but what made the threat of interacting Negatively with the young girl before her real, was the singular eye now displayed in her Overlay.

  By the blessed mother…. This may be bad…?

  “So what should we do,” asked Drake, slowly looking at all the sudden eyes on her and Cortez.

  “It tells us in our Overlay’s Drake, did you not get the notification detailing the job,” asked Cortez. Drake simply shook her head, Moss knowing that the failed contract wouldn’t trigger any notifications unless direct harm would have come to the girl’s mind, body, or soul.

  “Are you sure that you are willing to help us,” asked Moss sensitively, Rake giving her his own version of a wide eyed glare, his eyelids raising slightly.

  “Umm, yeah, I don’t see why not, just some deliveries right, and with these on we won’t be bothered by any of the monsters, so that helps us out even more, is there something that is going to,” started Drake, until the girl glanced into the corner of her vision and back toward Moss.

  “Oh, I see it now, my Overlay even shows me what packages I need to take and gives a cool little arrow to use to navigate, how many of these do we have to do until we are even for the badges?”

  “How many do you want to do,” asked Moss timidly, now practically unable to not continually check that the eye of Omni wasn’t still settled in the corner of her own Overlay.

  “How about me and Cortez do as many as we can until we get a hang of things, and you let us know if we are truly helping or not?”

  Moss nodded slowly, trying to smile. Yet knowing that she’d attached a list of the most difficult deliveries to the tabards she’d had left, just incase she found some ignorant HonorBorn scions to push the tasks off onto, made her start to sweat.

  “That sounds like a plan to me,” said Moss, hoping that her rising tension couldn’t be sensed by the children. Her tone far from the smooth cadence she’d previously manifested.

  “Okay, well, we’ll be back, thanks!”

  …

  Before Cortez and Drake left, they both had to figure out how they were going to contact one another while they both made separate deliveries, and how they would meet back up.

  Drake eventually decided that since their threat of dying to dungeon monsters had been minimized for the time being, that sending both her spear and giant skeletal bonds with Cortez wouldn’t be an issue. One so she knew he was protected, and also so that she could easily follow the connections she felt to her bonds to be able to find him at any point.

  Never really tried that before, but that shouldn’t be too hard right?

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  She ignored the issue, glancing at the two way communication rune given to her and Cortez by Moss’s second in command Rake, knowing that they had secondary options if something happened.

  This rune is awesome looking, but my minions are better…, thought Drake, glancing at the tribal symbol that had been placed spiraling up the backside of her off hand.

  Her magical spear minion also offered Cortez a way to get on and off the platform where the packages to be delivered were being held, Which Cortez seemed to appreciate greatly.

  The tabards they wore not only gave them their instructions, but also allowed for them to be able to find the platform at any time, giving them the ability to see through Moss’s camouflage illusions set around the mobile depot.

  Drake took some time to get used to the sword beneath her feet. Now that she was able to fly at a less guarded speed without the fear of monsters spotting them, Drake let loose. She lost herself in the skies, flying as fast as possible.

  The wind whipped through her hair, and she loved every second of it. Whooping in celebration with every wild turn she managed to make without hurting herself or falling to her death.

  She was quick to learn how to slow and stop, having to navigate through the dense weave of tall buildings. Only becoming more and more of a skilled flier by the heartbeat.

  Okay… First stop, The clan of Generals. Damn that sounds badass, wonder what they are getting?

  Drake wanted to shake the package in her hand as she flew above the city, but worried about fragile or dangerous contents held within.

  I doubt its a bomb, but you never know right?

  The arrow directed her to a large group of militaryesque looking individuals. She flew by a hand full of times, and the arrow seemed to want her to give the package to a young boy at the center of all the weapon wielding men and women.

  Hmm, well let’s be honest, I’m not landing in the middle of all that.

  Drake felt she was looking at a small militia readying themselves for war, promptly deciding to treat her first delivery like that of a paper route back on earth. Acknowledging that she still didn’t know if the package was a bomb, she placed the box in the hand of Havoc, and then had Zen take the handle of its partner In its grip.

  Here goes nothing!

  Drake swooped low on her final fly by, and whistled loudly as she closed in.

  “Special delivery,” yelled Drake, turning upside down as she flew; the blood rushing to her head as zen extended, reaching out as far as possible. The men and women around the boy she targeted all quickly took defensive stances, but Drake was moving far too quickly for any of them to easily react or stop her.

  Fuck fuck fuck, screamed Drake inwardly, both because of the awkwardness of flying upside down and her flailing broken arm shooting pain temporarily through her torso.

  The boy’s eyes went wide as the box was placed delicately into his hands, the folds of his silken clothing rustling in the breeze as Drake whipped by at incredible speeds.

  “Fuck yeah!”

  Drake returned to the platform, and retrieved her next drop to a raised eyed Moss, making Drake smile, feeling that the delivery she’d been sent on was more than likely expected to take far more time.

  Yeah, I’m like that, doubt this perfection if you want to pretty lady, but in the end, we push pass…

  Her next delivery was perfectly slid through a window to an older woman taking a bath, who screamed violently out the open window until she noticed her package.

  The next delivery was a sword, that Havoc managed to perfectly slide into a young man’s empty sheathe as Drake drifted by him unnoticed in a crowded area of the festivities.

  The next few were exotic animals, two for cooking delicacies, while the last was a pet,. The small winged fox so cute that Drake still contemplated flying back to steal the hand sized critter.

  While the delicacies were huge racks of ribs of an unknown animal. The vendors both laughed at Drake when she’d dropped them off, both of them confused as to why Drake didn’t use her spatial inventory. It wasn’t until Drake asked Moss that she learned why both vendors had assumed that she had one.

  “Because you do, its right there, do you truly not know what is on your hand child?”

  Drake shook her head, never having had asked Aurora about the brand located on the inside palm of the hand of her broken arm.

  “Its a spatial inventory child, do you not know how to use it?”

  Drake again shook her head.

  “Well we don’t have time now, but finish these orders, and I will show you.”

  Moss only seemed more and more impressed with every time Drake returned, especially after the ceremonial dagger delivery that made Drake contemplate the legality of all the events being held inside the Instanced zone. Two women playing an odd game in the belly of a dragon that’s bones had been turned into a tub, was enough to make Drake see just how strange the world of Cultivation could be.

  She didn’t have money, but she knew that she would have more than likely placed bets on the winner of the strange duel of thin cuts, alcohol and force of will if she did.

  Or maybe I do have money and just don’t know it yet, thought Drake to herself, looking toward the symbol on her palm as she rushed to complete another delivery.

  “What is the name of that crazy fucking game,” asked Drake to moss when she returned yet again to a surprised faced merchant leader.

  “Maelstrom Roulette, don’t play it and definitely don’t bet, the odds flip with every turn taken.”

  Drake nodded, picking up her next package, before saluting Moss, and taking flight once more.

  “Noted, gotta run, you promised to teach me how to use this thing, and I got plans for it, later boss lady!”

  …

  Being a princess came with many issues. Camilla knew this because of a short life filled with dangerous situations.

  Being a princess was the only thing in Camilla’s life that she believed was a lucky aspect to be bestowed upon her. Between her parents consistent lack of care for her well being, her relatives commitment to killing her to rise in the rankings to inherit the throne, and the lack of protection she’d been forced to live with, while her siblings lead lives like that of perpetual walking fortresses, Camilla was fed up.

  At this point I’d trade it all for people who love me. Friends. Even a quiet home in a poor village somewhere…

  She sat within the rented palatial bedroom for an event her elder sister wanted her to attend with her. An event that her sister was now not coming to.

  Coincidence, I think not…

  Camilla heard whistling coming down the hallway toward her bedroom, feeling her death crawl closer and closer. The only defense between her and the blade being pointed at her, the small metallic tray she held that had already been punctured a handful of times by the six fingered assassin’s weapon.

  There was only one exit in the now destroyed bedroom. Camilla had put up a good fight, and nearly escaped a few times, however her time was drawing to a quick end, and Camilla knew it.

  “Got a package for a princess Camilla… woah, I’m guessing your not Camilla,” asked a beautiful girl wrapped in bone armor on her right side, holding a package with her left hand. The girl stared down the assassin who froze in that moment, looking between their own blade and the intruder. Then the girl looked toward Camilla, putting on a smirk, before she dropped the package to the floor;; sliding the box toward her with a smooth and gentle nudging of her foot toward Camilla.

  “You must be the princess, yup, scan’s never lie right, glad I don’t need a signature,” said the girl, before saluting Camilla. Camilla looked between the box and the girl, who looked around slowly and frowned, Camilla hoping that she would come to her aid in that moment after taking in the disastrous scene all around them, until the girl spoke up once more.

  “How the fuck do I get out of this place, came through the roof, leave through a window I guess?”