Upon the slow approach of the seven crime family members, Ha Neul had begun to reach behind her, in order to prepare to draw her claymore for battle. That was, until her client spoke a statement that caused both her and the seven assailants to suddenly pause, due to it's tone and great unexpectancy. What followed was a harsh criticism of the sort, that had even managed to catch Ha Neul by surprise. This fox eared woman had a dangerously sharp-tongue on her, despite not seeming to wield any obvious outward form of intimidation. If Ha Neul had managed to piss off the gang-members, her foxed eared client had now officially infuriated them. As the leader of the pack raised his hand to prepare his spell, Ha Neul began to slightly crouch in preparation for a dodge. As the fireball launched, Ha Neul had jumped to the side into a roll. A great explosion and shattering was heard in the midst of this roll. Upon rising upward to witnesses a completely shattered table, she assumed that her sharp tongued client might have also been completely shattered along with it, and put to an quick end. Yet, to her surprise, there were no body parts or blood anywhere to be seen, simply smoke.

The voice of her client's continued verbal assault would be the marker for her new location. The suddenly unexpected turn of events caused Ha Neul to observe with slightly widened eyes of surprise. The leader would attempt to run, but it would prove vain, as his body began to unnaturally and somewhat disturbingly transform into the image of a frog. "Color me impressed.." Ha Neul mumbled, as her client began her speech of intimidation towards the remaining lower ranks of the crime-family, now having established her dominance above the pack. Her threats were heeded, as the remaining six members immediately accepted their opportunity to make their quick exit out of the cafe. With their leader so quickly taken out of commission, their morale had been completely destroyed, and there was no one left to rebuild it. Ha Neul found herself watching in complete disbelief, as the remaining six quickly left out the door without even putting up a fight.

After the scene, she remained standing in her position, observing silently as her client forcibly stuffed the frog into one of the dead gang member's pockets, and magically repaired the table. In that moment, Ha Neul found herself gaining a completely newfound opinion, and even higher respect for her client. Perhaps she really 'could' destroy a powerful artifact.

Momentarily turning her attention, she gazed at the pile of high quality and well designed fabrics on the ground, along with the amulet. It was the perfect scenario. They might actually now have had a chance of successfully locating and speaking with the Professor. However, whether they would be able to actually release him or not, Ha Neul was not entirely sure of. Yet, at the same time, she didn't really care either; she just wanted the map from him. He had already sent his misfortunes towards the mercenary in order to save his own skin, without a regard for whether she would survive the assault or not. Why would she want to save anyone like that? 

The sharp-tongued client insisted on keeping common courtesy, and still took a moment to pay her tab. The scene was rather amusing for Ha Neul to witness. It showed something about the fox-eared woman's inner character. Ha Neul would've just most likely left the establishment without paying, without any second thoughts.

"Now, if you would be so kind, perhaps you can show me to the last place you met the professor before he disappeared?" The slight smirk of Ha Neul's amusement could observed, in response to the statement. Without a verbal reply, Ha Neul began to walk towards the man's clothes, pausing to squat next to them. Reaching out her hands, in order to grab the items, she abruptly paused, pulled her gauntlets away, and began to observe them with a slight look of worry upon her face. Picking up the amulet, and placing it in one of her belt satchels, she staring at pile of clothes for quite a few moments in her squatted position, looking as if she was troubled by some sort of difficult problem. After a few seconds, she turned her attention back to her fox eared client, and lifted both her hands forward in order to display her gauntleted palms to her, opening and closing her hands twice in the midst of this display. Suddenly, a odd phenomenon took place, as something would appear on the woman's face that had not been witnessed throughout the entire meeting; a squint eyed smile. "My hands are dirty." She eventually admitted, somewhat bashfully, implying that she was unable to pick up the clothes without ruining them with dirt from her gauntlets, and required assistance. The smile, however, would quickly fade without a trace, as she stood back up, and reverted back to her usual nonchalant demeanor, making her slow stride towards the door.

Their destination would be to the eastern side of the city, to the esteemed Mages Academy. It would be there that they would find Dr. Mathias' completely ravaged and broken-windowed office, situated on the top floor of one of the academy's many buildings.

The venture from the Cafe, to the eastern side of the city, into the hall of the Mage Academy's Archaeology Department, was a silent one. There was little to no sound from the two, besides the light clanking of armored boots against the ground, as Ha Neul treaded through the streets and pathways, accompanied by the much more silent footsteps of her fox eared client walking on the side of her. There was an odd harmony about it, considering Ha Neul was not one to strike idle chit chat or shallow talk, anyways. It fit her just right. She'd often accompanied clients who opted to release their boredoms and frustrations upon her, desperate to engage in an active conversation of some sort, regardless of it's relevance. It seemed as though some individuals needed to constantly hear the sound of someone's mouth moving, or they would begin to be plagued by some form of agonizing anxiety, which Ha Neul could not understand. Talks about the weather, their family issues, and about the woes of their work; these were topics Ha Neul cared little to nothing about. Entertaining such questions often created a sort of mental nausea for her.

There did finally come a time, however, when the client would eventually open her mouth to communicate again. Yet, of course, this communication would only be in regards to business. Ha Neul came to a abrupt pause, as her client had requested her to hold up, and had began explaining the situation out. Ha Neul had also recognized the guard beforehand, yet she hadn't worried as much about it. She had a mind to simply punch him in the face, should he be stubborn and not allow them entry. Still, the fox eared client's suggestion did indeed seem much less hazardous, especially for the long run. Most likely, if the two had some trouble with this man, then, not only would the Wylloch family be after them, but additionally the Iria authorities.

As her fox eared companion ducked behind the wall, Ha Neul took a moment to more thoroughly examine the guard down the hallway. Dressed as a battle mage, he wore lighter armor than Ha Neul, and held a sword on each of his sides. Yet, the glowing arcane staff on his back, would be the clear indicator he was not your simple sword swinging brute, but had proficiency of some sort in magic. A man skilled in both physical combat and magical combat would surely be a great difficulty to remove from the scene. And since he was a guard working according to someone else's command, there were most likely other figures just like him within his organization. Perhaps punching him in the face would not have been a wise idea, after all.

"Distractions.." Ha Neul mumbled, as she began her closer approach towards the guard. A variety and different possibilities and scenarios were playing out in her mind during this slow approach, which suddenly gave her a realization of something she rarely had given thought to address; She had low proficiency with general socialization, aside from business. Usually, her socializing consisted of business, bribes, and interrogations of some sort. This reminded realization formed a sort of irony, considering that her current task would require this skill. "A distraction.." She whispered and reminded herself, now within close vicinity of the battle mage.

Approaching the battle mage, who stood about five feet and eleven inches, quite a bit taller than Ha Neul, she looked up at the hired guard, who was standing at military ease position, with his arms behind his back. The man looked back down at her, a bewildered facial expression, curious as to why a fully armored and armed woman had suddenly walked right in front of him, and was now staring at him in complete silence, in a seemingly empty hallway, despite that the fact that her expression seemed to communicate no sort of hostility towards the man, currently.

The two stared at each in silence for quite sometime, forming an extremely awkward situation. Ha Neul, staring up at the man, had a facial expression impossible to interpret the intentions of, and the guard looking down at her, continued to maintain his military demeanor, choosing not to begin idle chit-chat without reason, to a stranger, and distract himself from his duties, despite his great curiosity concerning exactly what the hell was going on right now.

Eventually, after this long and award gazing at each other, Ha Neul would finally end the silence.

"Please…" She begin.

The guards eyebrows rose rather noticeably, completely caught mentally of guard by the seemingly random plead of help of some sort.

"Ma'm, what is that you require?" He spoke, his authoritative voice and speech style revealing his heavy military lifestyle.

Ha Neul again began to stare at the man in deep silence, her eyes deeply fixated upon his, as she greatly delayed a response. This act caused the man to become noticeably uncomfortable. As she additionally, suddenly inched slightly closer in front of guard, the man's face was now becoming somewhat red.

"Please…" She continued, in much more lower volume, as she continuing her direct gaze into man's eyes, her expression now one of feigned desperation.

At this point, the man's previously, somewhat red countenance, was now noticeably red. Additionally, his face began to slightly glimmer, communicating that sweat particles were now beginning to form throughout his face, as the man struggled to maintain his military demeanor.

"W…What is your misfortune ma'm?" The younger soldier spoke, his breaking voice communicating his discomforted struggle.

The deep gaze into the man's eyes simply continued on, each passing moment of continued silence becoming more and more uncomfortable for him. Ha Neul then dared to further continue her approach, completely ravaging the man's personal space, as she stood up on her toes, in order to bring her face uncomfortably close to his. Her deep gaze into the man's eyes, was now at it's full effect. The sweat on his face was now rapidly accumulating, as the heart rate of the guard began to hasten.

"My misfortune…" She continued, now at a feigned, greatly passionate whisper, "Is not having you…."

At that point, now at the peek of anxiety, something would now begin to drop from the man's nostrils, something red; it was blood.

Lifting an index finger, Ha Neul wiped the stain on chest of the man's attire, "Oh…" She whispered, "You're bleeding.."

Covering his nose, in order to hide his shame, the man left from his position at the door, proceeding further down the hallway opposite of the fox eared client, most likely in search of a handkerchief or a water source of some sort, in order to clean his disgrace.

"Are you okey?!" Ha Neul exclaimed, a theatrically feigned gasp of concern. It was an act worthy of being recruited for one of the many stage acts in Iria, one far too exaggerated from her true nature. "N…No, no–I just, I just.." The guard managed to mumble through the bleeding mess, as he continued an further escape from the source of his misfortune, leaving various blood drops in his wake. Ha Neul viciously continued pursuit of the guard."