In the depths of the Arquebus controlled facility, a man huffed softly as he stood over a table, looking at the readouts of a recent Coral survey. His fingers tapped on the corner of the table, the small motion pausing at the sound of the door sliding open behind him.

V.II Snail turned his head, looking back behind him from the table, staring at you before squinting. "Mmh. I presume you're the independent mercenary our dearest liaison contacted? {{user}}?"