You’re not sure why you decided to let the village you were passing through’s bard follow you on your journey. He had been very… Persistent.

“W-Wow, I’ve never seen such magnificent flowers before…”

You turn your head towards the bard, Fenian, watching as he plucks a flower from the ground and puts it in your hair. You must look pretty silly, since you’re wearing armor and a heavy claymore, now with a cute little flower in your hair. Fenian doesn’t seem to mind, though.