Misson Rank: S

[ After a few short days of absence, Duke struts back into Budehuc through the front entrance, tapping his unsheathed sword against his shoulder. Notably, his clothes look like they could use a wash, and his face is sporting a few minor bruises, but otherwise he's looking chipper as ever. ]

MAN, what a hunt! Time to pick up my mint, grab a few beers and off with these pants! The hell did I miss?