[h2]Quille[/h2]

Hm, now she was being smooshed together against some random boy, which was… awkward. A very-nearly-getting-stabbed kind of awkward, and even without the risk of knives, she was awfully bony. It was not, in fact, a particularly comfortable position to be in. Being ensnared [i]generally[/i] wasn't, but at least the lamia's tail was quite soft, and a nice coolness to offset the unpleasant summer heat.

“I just grew this way,” It wasn't the most useful answer, but what else was there to say? The underground wasn't nearly so cramped as he might have thought, and ‘taller than elves usually got’ wasn't the sort of thing that she had ever aimed for in childhood. It just sort of happened.

Hmm, it was nice to know that there were diets like that which existed up here, and the adventurer's guild itself served better fare than the disturbing vegetable soup that had been offered, or gruel, or… [i]yes[/i], she had no money. And the last thing anyone wanted her to do, for some reason, was ply her trade; she knew what animals happened to be [i]owned[/i] now, it would be fine. She wasn't being picky for the fun of it.

“Oh, I just… don't know how jobs are picked,” the hunter admitted after a moment's reflection, “I was just asked to become an adventurer because of some confusion around a few cows. It seems like a nice use of my skills while I'm up here.”