&quot;Boring? And standing around all day waiting for something to happen isn't?&quot; <i>He gives off an inquisitive look.</i> &quot;Oh? Are you challenging me, now? You should know I never shirk from danger, sure beats wallowing around in my comfort zone all the time.&quot; <i>He then chuckles at the Lappland's insinuation that she could kill him.</i> &quot;Well, it's not like I have many hits at the moment. My stances tend to earn me very little enemies.&quot;

&quot;Lost?&quot; <i>The man chuckled slightly</i> &quot;Dismiss the notion, i'm merely here to explore. That is my trade, after all.&quot; <i>He then put his hat back on and extend his right hand in a courteous manner.</i> &quot;Detective Philip Bennington, ace pathomancer, at your service.&quot;

<i>The man briefly glances over the young woman, noticing her ears out of the corner of his eye. He approaches her and briefly taking a look at her tail, smirking. As he makes this observation, he whispers to himself.</i> &quot;Lupine features? Alright, I suppose now's the time to suspend my disbelief.&quot; <i>Rather than interrogate the woman, he would instead take off his fedora and hold it near his chest as he bowed slightly.</i> &quot;Good day, 'madam'. Don't suppose you'd know the city well enough to enlighten a gent such as myself? That is, if it's not too much to ask.&quot;

<i>He smiles, taking a single step back.</i> &quot;Gosh darn my overly polite nature. Anyways, I wouldn't say I look for mines. Not after they're laid, at any rate. In actuality, I solve cases before they happen. Many influential figures have come to me in the past, concerned they may be assassinated. My job is to find out who would have been the perpetrator and stop them beforehand. I also moonlight as a therapist. My reason for asking about the city was so that I may learn where I may most easily find employment. Of course, i'd never pass up the chance to chat with a fine lady such as yourself, either.&quot; <i>His flirtatious comment would have an enchanting feeling to it, making it unlikely to offend the one it was directed towards. </i>

<i>An englishman dashes into the street where this is taking place, lifting his fedora and observing the creature rapidly approaching. He then stops right besides Prommie, holding his palm face up and creating a rune with a depressive shade of blue in mid-air.</i> &quot;Phillip Bennington on the scene! Let's put this little birdie to sleep!&quot; <i>He would then hold his hand in front of the rune, palm facing towards the creature. As his hand glows the depressive hue, the creature suddenly feels as if it worked retail. This feeling would manifest itself as a crushing weight, causing the creature to sink into the ground and halt it's approach.</i> &quot;Pretty little thing, ain't it? Hope it's not some mindless abomination, 'else i'm really in trouble.&quot;

&quot;Excellent work, team. Well, from the looks of things that wasn't the end of it. Energization, onward!&quot; <i>He would then conjure forth a energizing lightning rune, dissipating it into the air around him and illuminating himself with an electric glow. In one rapid movement, he would follow the trail of the light at his top speed, not once slowing down due to fatigue. </i>

<i>Phil grabs the gemstone with his right hand, rubbing his thumb over the center as he analyses it.</i> &quot;Curious little trinket... a reward for our victory, perhaps?&quot; <i>If the gemstone had any emotions by any chance, Phillip would be able to detect them. For now, he simply places the gemstone in one of the pockets of his coat as he studies the light.</i>