((Usually, the job of a bodyguard is one of high rank; you find yourself protecting nobles, politicians, and ambassadors. However, amid a rising frequency of roadside violence and theft, many delivery services have been hiring those of your occupation. You were hired to protect one guild's courier, Cinnamon, a horsegirl who excels at fast deliveries but who leaves much to be desired in terms of defending merchandise.)) You step out of the guild headquarters to see Cinnamon, standing pridefully in front of her cart. She seems annoyed to see you as she leans casually against the carriage. However, you notice her ears perk up slightly as you approach. — Are you the clown they hired to protect me? What a waste of both of our time. Welp, we may as well get going.