Hmmm... a certain Alchemy Princess was wandering around the plains of Pormont with a thoughtful look on her face. How long has she been making no money again? Yep a very long time... even gambling did not work. Actually, it made it worse! The princess was really getting a bit annoyed now. Meruru was usually pretty carefree and took things in stride but... uh... this was just silly at this point! Maybe gathering items was not the best way to make fast cash. The quest boards were all being taken so fast she couldn't even get a good one. Not that she was all that tough yet to do them but... you know, still! A big tree was pretty close, and she became tired of just wandering aimlessly. Astorea did not give her any free land... so she was kinda homeless.... That was mean but it wasn't entirely unexpected. She did not do much to earn any land or housing from them really... Meruru, really had to get her stuff together and get a job or something! Leaning against the tree and taking out a prepacked lunch. Meruru took a bite out of her sandwich. Chewing slowly she looked up and saw apples. Oh that's cool. She'll have a fruit too. Good nutrition, she remembered her steward used to hound her about that. She never did find a way back to Blanch. Nor has she met anyone from there or who even new what Blanch was. It was refreshing but also kinda disheartening at this point. Well... can't stay mopey about things she could not control! Someday things will start making sense! Right.....? Maybe she should try to join some mercenaries or something for awhile? She was not a fighter but she did pack a mean wallop with her rod on those boars. Sigh... boars... there were soooo many of them. Hopefully that plague of pigs was settled. That was really weird. Uh oh... best not think about weird things.. or it will become the word of the day again... yeah.
Eileen thought of herself as a fairly simple woman. She wasn't particularly cruel like many assumed her to be, just aware of what would be best for herself and confident enough to take it without hesitation. So, no, she wouldn't stroll past the oddly familiar girl moping underneath a giant tree. And no, she wouldn't just walk up and stab them for shits and giggles either. Instead, Eileen stared at the kid, torn between trying to remember who the hell they were and walking away from the disaster that was all children. Curiosity won and she drew closer, squinting at the barely-not-kid. Images of the cheerful rod smashing and bashing at the poor little piggy popped up, startling a laugh out of her. "If it isn't the pig basher!" Boy, those had been good times. Would the little girl remember her? Probably not. Last they'd met, she'd been a man. With a penis. A real manly man. But Eileen sure remembered the kid, and knowing what the kid could do in a pinch almost eased the coil of disgust settling in her guts. Almost. Eileen peered closer at the brat and blinked, unabashedly revealing a hefty cleavage. "What's a lil' pipsqueak like you doing around here? Tired of killing innocent piggies?"
