Light walks towards the awestruck newcomer as instructed to by his master. Sudden appearances through teleportation could instantly spark a shit show, hence why she sent him on foot.

Noticing the finely-dressed young man making his way over to him, the Categoriser makes no sudden moves. Nor does any mana form around him, none that is noticeable anyway. He just waits for the grumbling man to arrive while taking in the city and its residents.

The potentially-threatening man is not as high in level as Elric was. It could also be considered that he possesses less knowledge regarding dungeons due to his age, but that would be just a guess. It doesn't mean that he's stupid, however, far from it. He wouldn't be a fully-fledged Categoriser if that were the case.

Light stops a few-feet away from the man who could be identified as an invader. After Elric had paralysed the dungeon residents on his visit, the Assassin had sworn to get stronger so that the same incident would not repeat itself. He didn't want to be put in a powerless position ever again.

"Hi."

"Hello."

Both men stare at one another unmoving before Light sighs. "Are you hungry?"

"Er... Yes, actually." His belly growls at the mention of food and Light leads him through the city. Neither men say another word as they make their way down the street. Everyone of the dungeon born cast their gazes on the men as they pass by their respective businesses. Light feels a great comfort in this, knowing everyone has ranked up and are a lot stronger than they used to be.

To the curious Categoriser, he's in a state of joyous disbelief. Everything he's read about dungeons, and even the things he's personally seen himself, could never describe the heaven he's found himself in. Simon is lost in the allure of feminine beauty and wondrous scents. He doesn't even register the scowls aimed in his direction. Gone in his own paradise, he follows his arguably good-looking guide.

Simon only stops when the sweetest scent yet enters his nostrils, stimulating his senses. He walks right into the back of Light in the process. "Oh. I-I'm sorry. I was a little... Lost. What is that delightful aroma?"

Having arrived at their destination, and being questioned on the subject whilst being grilled by his master, Light answers politely. "This is Ali's. Best meals in town. You said you were hungry, right?" Or as politely as he can.

"Absolutely." With his agreement, Light treats the man to a three-course meal. Once they're finished, the Assassin takes the now-talkative Categoriser on a tour around town. He shows the newcomer various sights he's instructed to on their way.

"Are you aware that there is a dungeon around here?" Simon eventually poses the question on his mind. Light isn't flustered, however, as he knew that it would be asked eventually.

"Yeah, we know. Or at least some people know. What would you say if I told you that I was created by the dungeon? As well as the last few shopkeepers we've visited?" Light poses his own question and completely catches Simon off guard.

"Preposterous. How would..." He stops talking and begins gathering a small amount of mana.

"No. It can't be, can it?" Knowing the answer but stuck in disbelief, he looks Light over once again. It's not often you come across someone with a blue goatee, but Simon would have pegged him as more of a noble than a dungeon monster.

"It can. I'm as human as you are, buddy. I eat, sleep, shit and get black-out drunk as well as the best of them." The Assassin laughs as his master face palms next to him.

"But... But... But... Dungeons don't create people. They make monsters! Fact." Simon's long, ginger hair shakes with his head in disagreement. Even though the truth is telling it to his face.

"My master can summon monsters too. Although, sometimes they come out looking human too. She would like me to tell you a story, if that's ok?"

"Your master? The Dungeon Core? Wants you to tell me a story?" Rephrasing Light's question into his own, Simon can't produce any other answer.

"Yes. The Dungeon Core. What would you say if I told you that dungeons have strayed from their path?"

"Their path? What role could they possibly possess other than the financial gain of a territory?" Simon only knows what he learned from history books and he has never read anything about a dungeon having a path. Paths inside dungeons are common, but a dungeon possessing a goal is not.

"My master knows the truth about dungeons and the world. The System and cycle. Life and death. She knows how, why and where humanity is supposed to go next... Really? You do?" Breaking character, Light talks to air beside him. Or at least that's what it looks like to the confused Categoriser. It takes Simon a moment before he realises that he's already in the presence of the master and probably has been since the blue-haired man greeted him.

"A dungeon's main purpose is the betterment of Tironia. The way they are meant to do this is by bettering Tironians as a whole. Helping them grow, learn, advance. These are all part of what it's meant to be a dungeon. A long time ago, a lazy god started a task he couldn't be bothered to finish. It's because of that asshole I'm..." With his master not speaking, neither does Light and his eyes fall to the ground. If he could see the small ghost berating the much-taller man he might feel slightly sorry for him. Especially when it said ghost who told the Assassin to 'Repeat after me.'

After a couple of nods and a few huffs, Light turns to Simon and apologises. "My master would like to offer a very good deal."

"A deal? What type of deal?" Still lost in the moment, Simon can only question the man/monster's intention and that of his master.

"A... Mutually beneficial one she says." Light nods furiously as though the deal is too good to miss.

"Why does the dungeon identify as a she?" The only thing in Simon's mind, however, is the gender-identifying dungeon. Little does he know that questions are this dungeon's forte.

"Are you discriminating against my master because she is female? Especially when she is willing to offer you lots of gold." Light frowns and mana begins to gather around him as his presence seeps out until he is scolded once again.

"What? No! Wait. Lots of gold?" The universal currency of 'Do what I want you to' grabs Simon's attention with no problems at all. "How much gold?"

"First, she needs to know what you get paid by whatever Lord sent you. As well as any other benefits you receive. That way she can offer you something better... Sorry, Master." At Light's last mistake, Simon begins chuckling slowly before breaking out into a full-blown laugh.

"W-What's your name?" He asks the blundersome Assassin who keeps putting his foot in it, the cause of his humorous outburst. "My name, or my master's name? What... Aww shit!" At this point in the conversation, Abi is wishing she had called upon Ali instead. She only went with Light because he did such a good job last time with Wheeler, Sophie and Aaron. He was even half drunk that time too.

"The Dungeon has a name? That's huge! But honestly, it's not what I meant. I was asking you. The person in front of me. The one who is claiming not to be a person, talking to the air."

"Oh. I'm Light. That's what my master named me and I am a person. I was just... Born differently to you. Is it hard to understand?"

"Hard to understand? You have no idea. I still can't work out if you're trying to trick me in some way. It's a pleasure to meet you, Light. My name is Simon and I am the Categoriser of Gorn. Or I was at least, until my Lord declared war on the King for some reason. He relieved me of my position and sent me away the minute I arrived back from the cliffs of Tol."

"That sounds harsh for you man. Good for us though, right? You need a job and we need a Categoriser for some reason, we should work together."

"With a self-proclaimed dungeon monster? Even for one as funny as yourself, it's still a hard sell. To save ourselves an argument, let's say that what you're saying is true. We're supposed to be enemies if the texts are anything to go by. How could I possibly trust you?"

"You see all the people walking through the main street?" Light points to the conglomeration making their way towards the Colliseum and Simon nods. "They all came from Gorn too."

"Wait, what? When? Is that why the Capital's streets were so empty?" Putting two and two together, the young Categoriser connects the people living here to those from Gorn by their clothes.

"They must have fled the war you were talking about cause they've been here for a while now. They arrived with one of our merchants. Thousands of them. It was tough at first, housing so many people isn't an easy task but my master handled it magnificently."

Simon raises an unbelieving eyebrow Light's way. He can't, however, deny the large assortment of people that he was made aware of. Especially if what the over-kind man is saying turns out to be true. He had already seen many similar dressed people, but in his search for the dungeon he barely even registered them. A dungeon helping people? It just doesn't happen. I know there's a dungeon here somewhere. I've felt it all the way through town. Is what he's saying true?

"Why does your dungeon help people instead of devouring them?" The single question is enough to fault Light's whole speech, or so he believes.

"So that they can move on to the next plane?" Light casually replies, as if to say 'Give me a better one.'

"The next plane? What's that?" Unknowing of Light's thoughts, Simon's next question isn't for the assassin's benefit, but his own. He's never heard, or read, anything related to another plane.

"The next state of existence. You go through it after avoiding the cycle of Reincarnation." Light answers casually with his master's words once again and a wave of his hand.

"What? No one avoids reincarnation." Simon blurts out. He can't believe that everything he's read is being dismantled with such ease by the blue-haired man in front of him.

"Oh yeah? Tell me. How do you know that? Were you told by a book? If you're going to answer yes then don't bother. Think about it. Who wrote that book? Someone living? Probably and if so, how the fuck do they know what happens? Are they a god? Are they omniscient, or whatever that word is? Either way, Simon. You need to live in the now. Do you want a free house, an easy job and a fuck load of gold? "

"Y-Yes? Y-Yeah, I do." Having to think for a moment, Simon meekly responds and nods in agreement.

"I don't think my master heard you, Simon." Light smiles and raises his voice a little.

The ginger-haired Categoriser opens his mouth and shouts at the top of his lungs. "I do. I do want a free house, an easy job and a fuck load of gold!"

Light smiles and puts his arm around Simon's shoulder. "Well then. Let's go to City Hall. It's always best to sign contracts and stamp out details under the vigilant eyes of the mayor."

After a visit to City Hall and some extensive talks on what the Categoriser can and can't say in public, Simon decides to relocate to Varona to live an easy life. With a salary three-times larger than what Categorisers earn in the Royal Capital and a rent expenditure of zero, his days are going to be pleasantly spent in the generous employment of the dungeon.