[Estelle was only technically harmless- he didn't doubt if it came down to it she would defend herself to the best of her abilities. Hell, he hoped she would, while hoping it never came down to it in a place like this. Just another reason to keep an eye on the cabaret.

The paranoia would always run high, really.]

At the very least Erasers are easier to deal with, considering I spent nearly two years fighting them in another world. [Didn't make it any less bothersome or dangerous, depending on the work meant for them-] Hell, managed to keep a hold of the one in a jar from the witch's hut. Pissed off as ever, knocked itself off the shelf I'd had it on.

Only thing it managed was knocking off the label that was keeping some folded piece of paper hidden under it. [Kept a lot of things- like the letter from the Storyteller.] Found something to help with Noctaere a bit at least, informed the couple I know who might be able to do something with the flowers.

[Under Kazuma's advice when they found the Glowing Dawn flowers, at least.

76 leaned against the counter then, scritching the chin of the one Garnish noodle that hung around him as he took a moment for himself.]

Reason I'm keeping a look out every time I head out at night, or in to the Wildlands. [Or the taskboard.]