The non-salty lake sea. The fresh air. The shining sun! What a hag of a day...
So, I'm at the beach. Why? I wanna know...
Things started yesterday when Firis' group won a set of fishing gear, along with some other stuff. This made Firis wanting to try fishing, which Bearman gladly agreed to. Wait; fishing, and that all the liquor he has is honey-based... Bearman, you're closer to them than just the shape?
No matter, the problem's not that part. It's that one of Firis' classmates was the one who told her about a great fishing place they frequently visit, and they wanted to invite her to come along... a yup. You guessed it. The classmate's a male.
As anyone could guess, Bearman, leading a mob of the strongest workers of the farm, accompanied Firis on her fishing trip, all of them acting like the incarnation of wrath. I attached the fallen angel to their group in case Healing magic is needed, but I fear for the young boy's future.
