So this was the place I was sent to for my “protection”? This is nothing like Pastalia, nor is it anything like I’m used to. At least those idiots in the Sacred Army haven’t found me yet. Not that they could. Really, they couldn’t find their own faces in a mirror if they tried.
Either way, I’ll just have to get used to this place as best as possible, seeing as how I’ll be forced to be stuck here until things blow over back in Metafalss. I wonder, however, how I’ll be receiving any Diquility once the time comes, and who will be administering it. Thinking about that gives me a headache. Just as long as it is no one incompetent, I think all will be well.
For the time being, my name is Chroche. You are to address me as ‘Lady Chroche’ as that is my title. Any who do not will feel the punishment of my rapier.