"Then let us sally forth," announced Serpica, patting Al on the back and pointing him in the direction he should go, "over yonder!"

The tiny Lamia felt like a real adventurer, now. A real adventurer on a real adventure, to get her trash back from that girl that took all the best spots. With Serpica's directions, they were able to make their way quickly through the city to the area Serpica had essentially been muscled out of. Her eyes narrowed, and she looked around a bit before spotting the girl along with a group. A group? That wasn't good.

"Her," Serpica hissed, leading Al towards Pyria. The two appeared as if ghosts from the gloom: a tall man with a sword as big as a person slung across his back, and a tiny Lamia in an over-sized long coat attached to his shoulder, leading a single dingy horse-driven cart along the roadway. As the two approached, Serpica attempted to dramatically fling the coat to the ground to reveal her identity to her rival. The coat was quite heavy, however, and Serpica was no longer clinging to Al. Thus, she fell to the side squeaking fearfully as the coat dropped to the floor, and she hung on Al's arm upside-down by the tail.

Quickly, Serpica's hands shot to the hem of her burlap dress to protect her modesty, and she shivered violently in the cold. Quickly, she used her powerful tail to right herself and she clung to Al's arm once again. Serpica smiled smugly, having revealed her full form. Her ratty burlap dress still had the word 'POTATOES' on it from when it was a sack for potatoes.

"You," she hissed, pointing at Pyria, "you stole all the good garbage! Well, I have a big brother now! You'd better apologize!"

Serpica's eyes darted between the orphan girl and the two new women she was surrounded by.

"N-no matter how many new big sisters you have! We're adventurers now, so we're the toughest in the whole town!"