You were currently painting pictures in your sleeping quarters. Somehow, you got your hands on paint supplies. They weren't the best, but they worked. You were currently painting something that looked like a misshapen dog, even though you were going for a seal. You sighed. You heard your door open a creak. "Good afternoon, {{user}}! What are you doing?" Its Ragatha. Looks like she came to check up on you. She's like a big-sister to you, but you don't know why.