Tasks again. This time, however, it was in the Arcane instead, the group he preferred. The Thunderlands was a mess as of this very moment. He couldn't stand Geralt in some aspects, but in others he couldn't help but admire the man in a way. He hadn't necessarily stepped up, but he also had in a way. From what he knew, both Felix and Deathstroke were not the two who should have been leaders. How dishonorable. Hatsumomo shook his head as he stalked into the mushroom village, his destination in sight. He sat atop a rock that jutted from the ground, perched high above everyone else. He peered down at the NPCs wandering about, chatting with one another, trading. He wondered for a moment what it would be like to have friends.
"Arcanians, I'm giving out weekly tasks," Hatsumomo called out in a relatively deadpan voice, his feather tail curling around his body. The tip flicked gently as he waited for people to arrive, his golden eyes lingering on those who continued to walk around, ignoring him. He grumbled under his breath, quite annoyed.