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Bursting out of town with weapons drawn and magic on their fingertips, Ben let out a small sigh of relief for who stood at the front of the adventurers of Stonewall, Ceselee wearing a grim expression right until she found that whatever monster people had been screaming about was already gone, turning into a sigh when she locked onto Ben.

“So, are we all going to die?” She called out while waving for the adventurers behind her to pause, waiting for his answer.

“No no, everything’s fine.”

“I need a bit more than that, Ben.”

“Would you believe me if I said it was just the side effects of a gas leak?”

“No.”

“Yeah, figures,” He sighed before gesturing to the people with him. “So good news, not only is Stonewall safe but it’s actually going to be safer than usual for around the next week. This guy’s the shifter, the third tier. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. I’ve been commissioned to make him an item so he was showing off his skill to me but I didn’t consider how that would look for the rest of town. Sorry.”

“No no, it’s my fault,” The shifter said, looking far more alive as he looked to Ceselee as he started walking over, trying to offer a hand that she only glanced at before focusing back on Ben. “I can get far too invested in, well, every aspect of my life.”

“…Ben, tell me you’re joking and this isn’t the godling known specifically for his breeding fetish.”

“I prefer to think of it as academic curiosity more than anything else,” Foast said with a grin, completely failing to impress her, even as the adventurers at her back responded to the statement with the expected amount of awe. “I just think the world’s going to be a bit richer with a few more beast lineages running around.”

“Sure,” She said, not believing a word of it. “Ben, I know it might be a bit much but you’ll make sure he doesn’t get in any trouble with any of the women in town?”

“Alright, now that’s where I draw the line,” He said, instantly looking less interested. “I’ve never had a lover who was not fully aware of what they were getting into. I am aware of how my interests are viewed but I am entirely moral.”

“Psst, Ben” Delair whispered at his side. “What’s everyone talking about?”

“Nothing a crafting teacher should be responsible for explaining to you,” He whispered back. “Ask your mother or grandmother. Or don’t, I feel like I’ll still get in trouble for it.”

“Ben?” Ceselee asked him, saying no more but giving a pointed look that Ben answered.

“As far as I’m aware, he’s telling the truth,” He said, trying to make it seem like divine information rather than a result of mind reading but still leaving Foast looking grateful for the defense. “And breeding fetish or not, I’m not really into getting in the way of any consenting adults.”

“I was genuinely grateful but you didn’t need to add the fetish bit,” Foast muttered, getting elbowed by Abel as he said it, the girl looking thoroughly entertained by it all as she gave her own comments.

“That’s what you get for being a huge freaking perv.”

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll spread the word we might have some giant monsters appearing for the next few days and that nobody should panic,” Ceselee told him. “Is there anything else I should worry about?”

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“…Okay, so I also have a slightly smaller shapeshifter that sometimes makes people vomit when she does it but I’m pretty positive it doesn’t leave any lasting mental damage.”

She looked at him blankly for a moment before shaking her head. “Then I guess I try to make sure people are warned at least in case anyone tries to watch the next time. Now, try not to cause any more panic again so soon after the last time, would you?”

“Yeah, my bad, I know I owe you one,” He sighed. “Next time I’m dragged on some stupid quest I’ll try not to complain.”