Valerie's prediction had proven correct. Jean was a persona non grata. Even more so when Borik had chosen to turn in his uniform and go back home. Not willing to leave Andors alone.
Jean was doing something he hadn't done in a while. He was looking at the F quests. He needed to do his adventuring quota of one hundred slots. It would be quite the grind, but he had made his peace with that.
His eyes narrowed as he saw a dog walking quest, and he sighed. Well, beggars can't be choosers. He went to Baleg and straightened his back. Just because things were not looking good for him did not mean he could allow himself to mop around.
"I am not sending you off to an A rank or an S rank quest alone. Go find a party," Baleg was frowning down on him. The half-orc had been just as disturbed as the rest of them when he had heard that Jean had nearly killed his partners in his blind pursuit for the core.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!