It's a mixed bag with the former soldiers

On the surface, the Devil's Den appeared to be running about as orderly as a casino staffed full of bloodthirsty mercenaries could be run. The patrons seemed to be enjoying themselves. The occasional outbreak of shouting or **** among the staff was just treated as sort of a spectacle, befitting a place that was basically hell-themed.

"Hmmm... I can't help but think the mercenaries are still awfully... mercenary," Colline criticized, watching two big girls wrestle each other down, seemingly for the amusement of the crowd, until they started punching one another in the jaw.

"And I can't help but think that the chaos isn't quite 'devil' tier, you know? Could be a little more chaotic," Betty piled on, sighing and flapping her wings as she floated in a lazy circle around Robin's head.

"Give me a break, you two! This is pretty good, right? I mean, it's not bad," Robin pouted, crossing her arms beneath her chest and deliberately averting her eyes from her fluttering companions. "You told me to arrange however I wanted! I think I did a good job making assignments! If you two have a problem with it, why don't you play some blackjack, huh?"

Determined to be satisfied in order to spite her two guardians, Robin went back onto the casino floor to enjoy herself. However, the option to redo the assignments was still technically on the table... No one could stop her from redoing them as many times as she liked.