[@PKMNB0Y][@Operator Luna]
[center][h2]Myrtle Bramblewood[/h2][/center]
[center][h3]Sen Rynta — Windy Plains[/h3][/center]

Unfortunately, the weather mage [sub]or culinarian[/sub] was too preoccupied with her cooking to notice the hostile hobgoblins encroaching their camp. I'm fact, she was now bending over in the most unladylike manner over her roast, busy seasoning it to perfection. Anastasia stood beside her, with rumbling stomach and watering mouth.

In short, only the paladin's words alerted them of the incoming threat.

"Hmm?" Myrtle straightened herself and looked at the paladin. "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she ordered her to stay near and put the now cooked rabbit meat into her inventory.

"Well, if you say so." Myrtle gave her a confused look.

She carefully took out the still hot meat from her grill. Focusing her mind, she willed it to enter her inventory, and it immediately disappeared in a puff of light.

"Is something the mat—aaahhh!"

Anastasia's question was cut short as suddenly, a group of hobgoblins charged towards the party! Taking the poor girl completely by surprise!

"Myrtle!" She hugged her friend's arm.

"Y-yes, I can see them! Stand back!"

[i]Wait, why am I saying that?! I'm still in my Culinarian outfit! I can't fight in this state![/i]

As swiftly as she could, with trembling hand, she navigated her menu, desperately trying to change her class back to Weather Mage.

Leaving the Paladin to fight all on her own for now.