Inna looked at Solomon incredulously.

"Please don't tell me their group name is 'The Loners'"

Solomon looked at Inna and chuckled lightly.

"Of course not. I called them that years ago. They tried robbing me when I was in the poor suburbs area. Sucks for them though. They ended up dancing the whole night under a curse."

"I called them The Loners because they were one of the orphans that were kicked out by an orphanage when it closed down. But even though they were able to settle separately with kind families, the families were poor so they decided to be 'alone'. Ironically, the 'loners' all met together and teamed up. Hence, the name, 'The Loners,' suits them."

"Guess they decided to be adventurers after being criminals, ey."

"So, now I get why they tricked you. They always had a knack for stealing and looting. They think that the more money they had, the more comfortable they will live. I guess that's their mentality ever since they were kicked out for the orphanage."

"But to think that you're still alive after taking on a Golden Bear. Now that's a miracle."

"When I saw you, you were lying in a pool of your own blood. Your arms and legs were filled with huge claw marks and actually had missing flesh. Your face was pale as a sheet and aside from the face, everywhere else were either b.l.o.o.d.y or seriously wounded."

"How did you find me?" Inna asked the man, curious.

"I was actually in the area picking poisonous flowers for some delicious spicy soup when I heard a ruckus. I went there and saw that you were fighting with a huge bear. I wasn't able to see much because you were almost moving at the speed of light. I must say, ur att.i.tude isn't becoming of an adventurer but your skills are undoubtedly impeccable."

"I thought it was just the same old brawling in Miasma forest so I didn't think into it."

"But when it got quiet, I got curious on who won so I quickly finished my goal and went there."

"And I saw you half dead and the bear gone. And as a Priest myself, I couldn't really bear to see you die while I was there so I took the liberty and healed you in a jiffy. Then, I planned to leave you there since you were not dead. But then I heard growls from afar. And I didn't want you to die since I wasted the effort to save you, so I sent you back here with my teleportation stone."

"But you know, when I look back on how you acted when you woke up, you really don't seem like an adventurer."

"Most adventurers, with the slightest stirring in the room, would wake up and would go to an offensive stance almost immediately."

"They were like a soldier always ready for battle. But you were more like…" Solomon trailed off.

"More like what?" Inna narrowed her eyes.

"Like a drunk monkey that possessed a crazy beggar."

"Hey!" Inna screamed. "So what if I act like that? Everyone acts differently every once in a while."

"Hmmmm… I wonder, are you really an adventurer?" Solomon asked with narrowed eyes filled with suspicion.

"Yeah, I am!" I think…

"Then do you have your identification card?"

"A what?"

"Identification card. You should be registered in the City Hall before you are allowed to take up quests."

"Ah… uhm… w-what does it look like again? It's been so long since I took it out. Hahahaha." Inna laughed nervously.

Solomon found it strange but he already knew this woman is 'crazy' strange so he didn't comment on it much.

"It's a rectangular card."

Inna immediately stood up from the bed and started patting herself. But since she was clad with armor, it made huge 'clang' 'clang' sounds.

Annoyed with the sounds, she began peeling off the metal layer of her armor.

With a huge ruckus, she clumsily threw the pieces of metal in the side as she started patting herself again.

Meanwhile, Solomon stared at her in amazement.

He had never seen a woman act like a primitive monkey before so he was really amazed.

Most women would mind their conduct towards elders and men, in general. Even female adventurers know of a certain degree of etiquette.

Also, adventurers would never willingly take off their armor in front of another person. Much less a woman in front of a man!

But her….

She just knows how to act like a crazed wild animal who disregards any form of propriety.