Task:

Whoever said catching vandals was fun is a big, fat liar in Honora’s book. It wasn’t fun or exciting, but it was terribly boring and almost sleep inducing. It could be the fact that waiting was all the kuja was doing, but the deafening silence was making her regret leaving Diana at the inn. She was located outside of the shop she was tasked with watching earlier that day, the moon providing enough light for her to see whoever dared approach the shop with ill intentions.

She had thought her task would be over quickly, but as the minutes dragged on the kuja knew she had been sorely mistaken and she was prepared to be there well into the night. It was probably an hour until midnight rolled around and she was to watch the shop until sunrise which probably wouldn’t occur until a little after five. So, she had just about six or seven hours for someone or something to come around and entertain her.

Honora was unaware that Krystal, her client, had hired another to watch her shop - someone who she could’ve gotten to know throughout the night. Yet, she would become aware of their presence soon enough for the vandal/s would be coming and apprehending them was part of the job.

For now, though, she'd take anything just about now, even the vandals since at least she could talk to him/her after she apprehended them. But alas, no one seemed to be coming anytime soon. She was ready to pounce on whoever approached the shop though and if the target/s ran, well, she was ready to give chase too.

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To say Honora was excited would be an understatement. After what felt like hours of waiting for someone, anyone to approach the shop, some poor soul finally did. The kuja became alert of the situation, her eyes narrowing as she watched the figure enter the shop. She had thought the doors locked for the night, but it seemed her client had forgotten to do that in her haste to close up. It was of no matter though since whoever had enter was still trespassing on private property - it was obvious the shop was closed. So, that was enough for Honora to investigate.

She wasn’t sure if the person who entered the shop was the one vandalizing it or just some person who didn’t know any better, but she was going to enter the shop with extreme caution. She’d rather not get attacked in the shop because she spooked the intruder for the aisle spaces were small and she would, without a doubt, damage something whilst wielding her halberd.

Honora entered through the same door as the unknown intruder, the kuja slipping in quietly and ducking behind one of the various shelves packed into the shop. Her left hand rested on her halberd, and she peeked around the corner as to figure out where the intruder was. If she got a better look of him/her as a result, that was even better though something suggested she wouldn’t.

She pressed her side against the shelf as she contemplated her next move, the kuja having located the intruder rather quickly. It was, after all, a small shop. With the only exit being the door the two had entered from, cornering the intruder was an option readily available to her and one she would take. Honora stepped out of her hiding spot and positioned herself a couple feet from the door.

“Oi! The shop is closed, what are you doing in here?!”

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