Bive had taken a break from the Regretivator for a few days, she wanted to bury her nose in her studies, and she wanted to do it in the traditional way, who knew a neet would be so bad at adventuring. She'd packed her bags and left the city, on her way through the forests and mountains; she was hardly built for this, it was Bive's first day, and she'd nearly lost all of her supplies, it was cold, it was miserable. Just her luck, she'd found a tavern.