"No problem. I mentioned this when I spoke with her yesterday. She has experience in this area, and as long as the procedures aren't too complicated, she'll definitely be up to it." Hesta took paper and a pen from her pocket. "Could you leave your contact information here—"
Lairin handed over a business card directly.
"Oh, even better." Hesta put away the card. "She'll contact you herself later. If you run into any problems afterward, you can also come directly to me."
"What about your contact information?"
Hesta slapped her forehead and began writing down her phone number, email address, and name.
The sisters watched the tip of Hesta's pen, somewhat puzzled. "...You don't have a business card?"
"I haven't had new ones made yet."
"Where do you live?"
"An apartment in the city," Hesta answered. "Though I may be moving after a while. I'll give you my new address then."
"If you need to send us anything, you can mail it directly to the Kexi Workstation." Ligo pushed her own business card over. "The address is on it."
"Any other questions?" Hesta asked.
"May I ask... what exactly is it that you do?" Lairin asked quietly.
Hesta did not answer immediately.
"You said earlier that that man held a fairly high rank, but you attacked him directly. No matter what, he's military personnel," Lairin said, lowering her eyes. "Something like this may not affect you much, but my people and my business are all here. If they want retaliation afterward, it would be very easy—"
"I understand your concerns." Hesta nodded. "Let me think."
Not long after, the town priest arrived with several seminary students to learn what had happened. While Lairin explained the events to them, Hesta went out to the side corridor beyond the tavern and made