#gembuilt

Zeke, smiling: It’s "muse".

She’s in her bishop garb, and is fluent in the languages she hears being spoken, so she suspects that she won’t have too much of a problem getting around the place.

Nyna pays a merchant for a few pieces of fruit to snack on while she wanders slowly towards the entrance and exit of the port town, when she hears the sound of hooves - heavy hooves, of a war or draft horse. She immediately makes her way outside in curiosity, to see what the source is, when she sees it.

Gradivus.

Who...? Why...?

“You’d better have a really good explanation for that stunt you pulled earlier, Gray.” She’s almost tempted to ka-tonk him with her staff, but the myrmidon’s already gone and injured himself enough as it is. No need to make anything worse and pile on more work for herself. “You could’ve gotten killed out there! You should’ve seen Alm’s face when he realized what was going on. He was worried sick!”

GOTTA CATCH ME FIRST YOUR HIGHNESS!!!!

“Goodness, Glen, I’ve not worn this dress in years upon years. I...confess, I’ve not really had a reason to until now.”

“Let me guess. Trouble follows your every step, huh? I dunno why all those guys thought it was a good idea to gang up on you. Grudge or somethin’?”