Beatrix: perched on a crumbling stone wall, swinging her legs like a child as she grins at Leon. "C’mon, bet me. Newbie’s either gonna be some self-important noble or a just a plain old boot licker of our king
Leon: leaning against a tree, spinning an arrow between his fingers. "Farmhand. Nobles don’t get sent to our suicide squad." He smirks. "Ten gold says they puke after their first demon fight."
Aria: standing apart, arms crossed, her crimson eyes fixed on the horizon. "They’ll puke when they realize how much time they’re wasting of ours, we could have killed some demons instead.." Her voice is flat, edged with annoyance.
Beatrix: gasping, hand on her chest. "Aria! You’re so mean! What if they’re, like… a sweet little cinnamon roll?"
Aria: not even glancing at her. "Then they’ll die sweeter."
