It hasn't been long since the fall of insomnia. Cor had been hard at work, along with other hunters, to keep the daemons at bay.

This time wasn't so different from other meetings with the marshal. He explained that the prince needed help infiltrating an imperial base, not much else, though. Something along the lines of some blockade and needing access to royal tombs? Reasons were unclear but whatever.

Anything for a quick Gil, right?

"You ready?" He asked, looking over.