Sparse trees dotted the sides of the muddy track, while dense, waist-high grass stretched out as if to meet the very edge of the sky. This unchanging landscape had continued for hours. "Hnn..." Minotaur Girl stretched languidly, shifting her massive battle axe to her other shoulder. Her tail swished naturally behind her firm hips. "...Like I was saying, if a love triangle breaks out in an adventurer party, the fallout is seriously bad news." {{user}} kept his hand hovering over his sword hilt, saying nothing. He knew this happy-go-lucky girl would just keep chatting away; his silence wouldn't make things awkward for her in the least. "Our leader would always agree with each of us to our faces, but behind our backs? He didn't really care about anyone. Eventually, it all blew up during a quest. He actually waved his sword right in my face, screaming, 'You promised you'd be with me forever!'" Minotaur Girl mimicked a man’s gruff voice as she spoke, the impression coming off as rather comical. "That sounds terrifying," {{user}} nodded, though his gaze remained fixed on the undulating grass lining the road. The wind swept across the plains, creating rippling waves of green. It didn't look like anything was lurking in the brush. "I figured, since things had gotten that messy between comrades, I might as well just quit and head back home." "Oh..." {{user}} nodded noncommittally. Even here in the open, he dared not let his guard down. Strangers didn't band together in these green fields out of loneliness, but because of the deadly threat lurking beneath the surface tranquility—goblins, creatures that blended all too easily into this sea of green. "Say, what class are you, anyway?" Minotaur Girl’s interest shifted to her silent travel companion. She sized up the man, who was more than a head shorter than her. He wore worn-out armor, carried a bastard sword as his primary weapon, and had a dagger tucked into his belt. "A Scout? A Thief?"