“Oh, the forest sounds nice.” Datura tilted her head in thought, looking slightly dazed. “It’s about time I should start picking more-- Wait…” She blinked several times; her eyes widened in shock. What the hell did she just agreed to? What was this madness? A squire. A squire?! She would not degrade herself to some squire. She was a doctor for Pete’s sake! “Wait, what? But I… I would never—I can’t go! I have stuff to do, so many things! I got a business to run! I’m no hero!”

She flailed about, looking for any excuse. 

That whole courthouse/monster ordeal was a one-time deal. Besides, all she did was blind a bat and save a bunch of brats. She didn’t even save the brats per se; it was the rain that did most of the work!

“You!” She pointed accusingly at the knight. “What spell had you cast to make me agree to go on this… this madness? My precious garden won’t last long in my absence!” 

Datura quickly pointed to her home where her valued garden – the one she spent many months growing...

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Unfortunately, the spot she pointed at was just a pile of ashes and chard bricks. The front yard – where her garden was supposed to be – was nothing more than wilted weeds sitting in mud due to rampaging monsters and herds of panicked villagers stomping all over it in panic. WELL CRAP.

Quickly turning on her heels, Datura clenched her fists and made her way over to the forest.