Once Freya opened her eyes from her three-hour nap in the woods, she saw Flarry eyeing her from the side. His looks alone would cause one to stumble to the floor. There was not a single smile on his face. "When will we be compensated for a job well done?" he eventually said, his expression grimacing.
Freya yawned and stretched her limbs. “Get paid? Were you the one that arrested the Minister? What should I compensate you for?" She snarled as she stood up. She felt really weird. Weak and tired at the same time. She wanted nothing more than to have a massage, eat, and sleep again. “Say something. Why should you get paid?”
“Why won't we? You hired us to execute a work for you, and we deserve to be compensated." Flarry lashed out at her.
She pouted and dipped her palm inside her coat, but t
