[center][color=darkgreen][h3]Linkle[/h3][/color]

[color=darkgreen][b] Level 5[/b][/color] - (1/50) + 1 

[color=darkgreen][b]Location:[/b][/color] Lumbridge ~ The Land of Adventure

[color=darkgreen][b]Word Count: 397 [/b][/color][/center]
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Linkle ended up disappointed that there wasn't some sort of secret organization of helpful masters dotted across the landscape of this new world, each one eager and ready to push a certain group of heroic adventurers in the right direction.

He did, however, seem to know something about a lost eyes and Linkle leaned in eagerly only to be disappointed again as the master seemingly got cold feet about telling them. Cold feet, or he was playing hard to get! She gave him what she thought was a sly look. "Oh, I get it. We have to prove ourselves to get that kind of information. Well, challenge accepted."

In the spirit of getting on top of that challenge she turned turned to 6 as Bowser examined the dinner card. "I'll head out with you. That missing person, the wigglers, and the fish monsters are all to the south. We can just do all three." She didn't know what a wiggler was, but it sounded slime, disgusting, and (if what Boweser had to say about them was true) really strong. There was no point in him going off alone after something like that, especially some place so far from medical attention. 

Before they could leave, though, they were greeted by an cat like man. At first Linkle didn't understand why the white haired warrior registered in her mind as "cat," but then she got a good look at his eyes. Slitted down the middle, like a kitties eyes. He asked whether they were newcomers, which Bowser took the time to answer and introduce them as his minions.

She poked her way out behind the Koopa King and gave Geralt a freimdly wave. "Hi Geralt, I'm Linkle, and if working together to make the world a better place make's me a minion then I guess that's what I am."

"This wear wolf friend of yours? She asked, wondering slightly what exactly a werewolf was. "They're not running around south of here, right?" She figured it was only right to ask. She didn't want to put off the locals by putting down one of their friends accidentally. She had been lucky nobody had been friends with that eagle robot.