[Suzerain of Sheol]

...great.

Of course it would be him. Was there even anyone else in the guild? Or maybe everyone who didn't look like a bipedal mop had better things to do than join this absurd assignment.

Tsae slid down to sit at the base of the railing across from him, drawing her knees up to her chest and making a point not to look in his direction. Snapping her fingers, she conjured Ilya in a flutter of wispy violet butterflies and began twirling the pistol idly around in her left hand. Thinking variously about shooting her unwanted companion in the face -- not like he could get any uglier -- and putting a quick round through her own brain to get out of having to deal with this entire situation, Tsae eventually decided to try communicating with him, starting with a pronounced sigh.

"So, what do you... do, exactly? Besides try way too hard with that coat, I mean." Oops. Oh well.