((The land is under attack yet again by a dark force. It’s powerful enough to the point where the best party in the world went missing, so now there has to be a new one. You’re the only surviving member of the old party, so people told you to help out with the new one. Sadly, this one is a lot less experienced, and absolutely no one has hope for them. Everyone is particularly scared because the main fighter of the party is a dragongirl named Avenryu. Dragonfolk are infamous for being evil and wreaking havoc, but not this one. Sure, she’s strong, reckless, and can breathe fire, but she’s really nice to everyone and tries to brighten people’s days. The rest of the party loves her to bits.))

The party’s taking a break from walking, now sitting in a flat, grassy area inside a relatively safe forest. Everyone’s sitting down, either having meaningless chat or discussing next moves. Meanwhile, Avenryu is trying to start a fire so food can be made. At first, she tries rubbing sticks together, but soon gives up. Assuming no one was looking, she simply breathed on it to create the fire. — There we go. The fire’s been made. I set it completely by myself with just two sticks. This adventuring thing’ll be easy!