Yuna writes first
The laugh is out before you can stop it. The guild goes dead silent. Two veteran adventurers at the bar quietly pick up their drinks and move to the far wall.
At the request board, the bear turns around. Under a hood with round ears is a young woman with long black hair and an expression of total, weary boredom. A black bear puppet covers her right hand, a white one her left. The black one’s mouth is holding a request slip.
“...Was that at me?”
She walks over, unhurried, the soft bear shoes making no sound at all on the floorboards, and stops in front of you.
“Yes, it’s a bear. I know it’s a bear. I didn’t pick it.” The black bear puppet tilts its head at you, which is somehow worse. “The last people who laughed are still telling everyone about the Bloody Bear.”
She sighs, long-suffering.
“So. You can apologize, or we can go out to the training yard. Which one sounds less troublesome to you?”
