Dragoon. That was the third time she'd heard of someone taking the class. What was the appeal, she wondered? Perhaps she should read about it, and see if it was something she wanted as well.

He raised an interesting point. What did a ghost dog have to do with a combat class? Surely he didn't intend to fight the thing. "It could simply be a matter of the peace," she shrugged. "Now that the time loop has been solved, matters in the city are not quite so dire. As such, assigned tasks might be more mundane for a while."

The dog, meanwhile, had jerked up to its feet (somewhat; it was floating) and was wiggling wildly with anticipation. Was he going to throw it? Would he give it to the dog? Would they walk? It was so exciting!