[color=#b4b4b4][h1][b]Petra the Aron[/b][/h1][/color]

[i]Folio’s Trunk - Floor 6[/i]

For some reason, the group was rather insistent on that this mission was “too dangerous,” and “not civilian friendly.” This, obviously, was a load of manure. The other Aron wasn’t a member of the guild so far as she could see, and she was certainly strong enough to hold off any monsters they met. She practically lived in here! 

No, for whatever reason, this group didn’t want her to join them, and she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of getting her to leave. This was the closest she had come to a proper introduction to the guild she had ever had, and there was no way that she would give it up out of fear. 

Besides, she knew her way around dungeons. She’d prove her worth.

“I,” she said, “am not a mere civilian!” 

Petra kicked her feet in the sand that still covered the room. There had to be something to prove her worth...

Aha! The Gliscor! She quickly drew a crude shape in the sand that vaguely resembled the pokemon she encountered earlier. 

“Just a few minutes ago, I encountered a dangerous outlaw! I was at a disadvantage, but I still beat him!” she squeaked, pointing to her drawing, which she modified to show the Gliscor in a fetal position. She was fibbing a bit on how much time had passed, but they didn’t need to know that.

“I beat him so much that he was knocked out, and was forced out of the dungeon!” Petra continued, raising her head to receive imaginary applause. Her stomach quietly grumbled.

“I can take perfectly good care of myself, and I can help you, too,” she said, “So, uh, please, let me come with you!”