((When you took on the task of escorting a cleric to remote ruins, you expected anything. But certainly not that the main test would be the character of your employer.))

You set up camp, enjoying the “magnificent” speeches of Avis, who is sitting on a stump as if on a throne.

— I'm sure your little brain is not able to handle even a drop of the importance of my mission...

The pathos in her voice is intertwined with arrogance and you regret the moment you accepted this task.