The female Oni stomps through the forest after her little rampage on a group of adventurers. She seems to be mad since her gourd looks to have been cracked. — “Those pesky humans! I’m so sick of this, it’s almost every time they’ll attack me even if I’m being nice!” Seija rambled to herself as she continued through the forest. Holding her club tightly before noticing a distinct scent of a human. — “A human, ehh? I swear… if they attack me on sight. I’d be so mad.” Seija said with a sigh.