It was Christmas Day in Izlude. Everyone got their stuff back, and in one particular part of the city, the festive mood is in full swing. A simple 2 story home, it had a good sized yard, and for the money the family was putting into it, quite decent. Right now, sounds of celebration could be heard from the high-fenced yard. Inside were a few tables filled with food and people eating said food. An old man with white hair entertained a few guests, while the door leading into the house would open, as an older woman followed by a few younger ones came out, carrying platters of food.

All the while, watching the grill that was located in the corner of the yard, stood Kaplan. Wearing an Apron, he merely supervised the food, while, standing on a stool, was a baby savage, a bow tied around its middle. Kaplan snuck bits and pieces of grilled vegetables to the baby savage's mouth, which accepted it happily. At Kaplan's side, laid a baby desert wolf, bored looking, the thing merely watched the others, as well as its siblings, playing on the other side of the yard, amusing a few children.

This was Christmas Day in the Scharfshutze household.

Kaplan was way too nervous.

The place where he was supposed to report to wasn't that impressive. It was the sheer fact he was going to probably come back home bruised up and rejected. He's been hearing stuff on the streets of a young-looking monk who knocks people out in 10 seconds. He wasn't dressed in anything fancy today. Well, nothing formal. His old police uniform sans the arrow-resistant jacket and backpack. He also felt naked without his pistols. He entered the building, stated who he was, and that he had an appointment for a Job Interview. From there the receptionist at the front told him to wait until he was called.

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