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At Mavek's small voice he raised an eyebrow. Something was definitely off about him; he had expected an angry and mocking rebuttal, not a sad, empty voice. His bite was missing, and Shaun was feeling a bit guilty for using such a mean tone with him.
He let the thought of pity slid however, and turned around to look at Mavek again, crossing his arms.
"And it would only take a few days to walk there? I wouldn't say I have a problem traveling on foot, but I expected a quicker way honestly..." he said, trailing off at the end. For some reason, Shaun didn't think of Mavek as the type to hike across the land, even if he was a demon.
The objective seemed simple enough; travel to the town where the demon was supposed to be hidden, go in and kill it, collect his other half of payment. Nothing complex at all.

Without another word he gathered up his duffel bag and strode into the bathroom. He might as well get a shower too, perhaps it would clear his mind like it had yesterday.
No such luck. Although he calmed down a little bit, he could still see the brutally murdered bodies in the back of his mind. He sighed, annoyed, as he walked out of the bathroom, dressed in his cargo pants and black tank top. Setting down his bag onto the bed, he took out his bullet-proof vest, his jacket, and his combat boots. He quickly pulled on the rest of his mercenary gear, clipped his lip ring into place, and hastily brushed through his strip of hair, clipping up the back of it after he did so.
"I'm ready when you are," he told Mavek, lastly strapping his several weapons into their normal positions.