Labyrinth of the Mind

Mission Name: Labyrinth of the Mind
Rank: I
Area of Operations: Mt Taisenga
Issuer: Yulbe Allwright
Details: I’ve got a proposition for you. You see, I’m a writer and now I’m working on a horror novel. Thing is, I need some inspiration. So, how about I watch you venture into a labyrinth and kill some Yan’Shou for me? I'll make sure to pay you handsomely!
Reward: 1000G
Conditions: Must travel 3F into the labyrinth, kill at least one Yan’Shou and protect Mr Allwright from the Yan' Shou attracted to his torch light. Be careful, who else knows what's there?

The doorbell of a local tavern situated at the base of Mt. Taisenga known as, Verdant Roost, opened to reveal a rather peculiar looking man carrying an unnecessary amount items into the sleepy establishment. He sported what appeared to be an outfit suited for safari and backpack filled to the brim with maps along with all manner of research equipment. Some of which seemed to have no use for the topography of a mountain but was brought along anyway. Upon reaching the Tavern keeper's desk, the man in question finally set his gear down one by one, a process that consumed nearly twelve minutes, and introduced himself as non other than...

"Never heard of you." The Tavern keep replied, bluntly. 

"N-nonsense! I am Yulbe Allwright - The proud author of Sinister Digestions! Well, what say you now, my good man? Ring any bells?" The ridiculous man attempted to seize recognition. 

"Room for the night - One hundred Gralea. Week - One Thousand Gralea." The Tavern keep simply recited the establishments rates and resumed cleaning out a mug. Unimpressed by Allwright's claims of fame. 

The author sunk his head in defeat and simply forfeited enough funds to stay for a week. An amount that only those who come to Mt. Taisenga on business are willing to pay. As a result, this sparked genuine interest in the tavern keeper and also a certain masked individual seated nearby next to a fireplace, leading her to tune into the discussion via eavesdrop. Allwright had come to the peaceful mountain searching for discord in the form of a labyrinth. At first, one would assume this man was a Liberator with such business, unfortunately, he was just an ordinary man in search of assistance for gathering writing material and inspiration. 

"Sorry, there aren't any Liberators around here since we rarely see Labyrinths in these parts to play chaperon." The Tavern Keep began, "Which brings us our current situation: There is a labyrinth rift just further up the northeast trail and some of the folks are getting jittery..." He stared out the window, concerned. "Nothing we can do about it now until the Liberators get here. Sent a request yesterday when it showed up. Try tagging along when you get the chance." 

"Unfortunate. Well, I thank you for the information. I suppose waiting for the Li-" Yulbe tipped his round hat and bent down to begin collecting his things only to see a pair of boots come to a stop mere inches away from his hand. "W-who are you?" he looked to see Hornet standing over him with a grin on her face.

"Shut up, you pathetic little man." The former wrestler insulted before reaching down to snatch him by the collar and raise him a few inches above the ground. "You just found a chaperone for that labyrinth. Lucky you. We'll discuss rates after I get through with closing it, sounds good?" 

"Y-y-yes!"

Hehehe....Hahahaah....HAHAHAAH....Ahem, good luck on your mission.