During the break after the first monster investigation mission, and during the long feast and celebrations the citizens of Mattarglos are throwing, Neith approaches Daniel. "My Liege, a word?"
Daniel nods. Ryuogriar is currently holding his arm as if she's his daily consort, spending time with him. "Is it alright if Ryuo-Mukori hears it as well?"
The grey dragon nods. "Of course, your Grace. I have nothing to hide. Merely a request."
"Well then, let us hear it," replies Ryuogriar.
"With your permission, I would like to reach out to someone I encountered during the Imperial invasion."
"Someone who would make a good ally?" asks Ryuogriar without hesitation.
"I do not know. But, I learned from her Grace, Gwenesphia, as well as the Stalvaltan soldiers, that it is very probable that this person resides in Mattarglos. I hope to ask the domain lords present if they have any idea who it might be."
"What kind of person is it?" asks Daniel.
"She's a young woman. I believe she was a magic artisan or artificer working for the Allied forces, and I stole a great deal of magic crystals from her and her equipment. I am afraid I likely frightened her greatly, and I vowed I would repay my transgression."
"Mmm," hums Ryuogriar with a light smile. "An honorable thought. Is this young woman a dragon?"
"No. A boruan. She was collateral in my actions."
Ryuogriar is quiet. The three of them are fully aware that, not all that long ago in the grand scheme of things, a dragon would never even acknowledge a non-dragon's existence, let alone apologize to one. Neith was always a different dragon, particularly because he was raised by the feldroks, but even still, boruans might as well be humans in comparison.
Regardless, Neith is resolved to make this apology, and Daniel has no intention to stand in his way. He chuckles, joking, "Well, I suppose it's only fair. If you stole a bunch of magic crystals in her charge, she probably got fired. You really should take responsibility." Ryuogriar snickers, while the dragon in question turns pale.
"Y-... You really think... she lost her job?"
Daniel cocks his head. Clearly, Neith didn't get the humor. But then again... "Well,... It could go either way. It was a military operation. It's pretty typical for someone to be held responsible for so much value being lost, but the siege was chaos, so... maybe she was okay." Unfortunately, the more he thinks about it, the more he doubts this mystery boruan woman got away without any consequences, even if she was powerless to stop a super-powered soldier from robbing her blind.
This, of course, doesn't comfort Neith, and the grey dragon becomes even more solidly determined to make his apology. "Please, your Grace, my Liege; allow me to find this woman and make this apology. I shall ensure I am reachable by radio and telepathy at all times. If I am caught in a magic nullifying-..."
"You don't have to convince me, Neith," replies Daniel to stop the grey dragon from grovelling. "You can go."
"If she is a skilled magic artisan, you have my permission to gauge her as a potential ally and recruit her if possible," declares Ryuogriar with a smile.
"Thank you both. If you should need me, summon me, and I will return to your side at once." Neith bows, and he excuses himself.
He then begins speaking to a couple of boruans that are present at the feast, and he is able to narrow down a few possible individuals who are magic artisans or artificers, getting even closer with one whose deployment matches the appropriate time frame. He also makes sure to buy enhanced magic crystals from Wenlianna and Aramellianna to replace the ones that he took from the boruan woman. He also gathers a great deal of gold and jewels from his own accumulated wealth to replace her salary for the job he cost her.

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